Page Six
Copyright© 2008 by Ella Robbins
Chapter 13
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Could one picture really mean the end? For Emma Graham, you never know...
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Romantic Heterosexual
Last seen: Josie Paterson, junior at prestigious Patricia Loyalton School for Girls, signing up for a rehabilitation clinic with her parents, Dr. and Mrs. Samuel Paterson III.
Where is Nicky? Liz asked with a whine. She plucked an onion ring off the plate in front of her, and stuck it in her mouth, licking her perfectly manicured pointer and thumb.
Sucking up to Mrs. Weston again? Emma joked, stuffing a bite of her fabulously healthy salad into her mouth. Balsamic vinegar splattered onto the table in front of her. She ran her napkin over the spot, and dabbed her mouth in her usual delicate way.
Haha, sure ... Amanda glanced around, no sign of her. She sighed, and poked her fork at that lunch day's pasta of the day. Their attempt at fettuccine alfredo made her want to puke. Like she hadn't already puked up everything she ate that day. This is positively revolting...
Emma laughed, Exactly why I never eat it...
Or never eat, take your pick. She, along with her three best friends, probably spent the end of most of their meals puking their guts out in the ladies' room. But then again, what Upper East Side society princess doesn't?
Sorry I'm late ... had to pick these up! Nicky appeared in a whirl of her Ralph Lauren, so big it had to be Dan's, red polo shirt, perfectly pleated uniform school skirt, naturally straight and naturally highlighted chocolate brown hair, and a whiff of Hermes Eau D'Orange Verte perfume (also Dan's), and dropped a box of Eura's incredible chocolate chip cookies onto the table.
The girls squealed and dove in.
Wait for PS, I'll get the milk...
Amanda jumped up, and skittered off to get the milk. She reappeared in seconds with cartons and cups, one 2% for herself, two 1% milk for Emma and Nicky, one skim milk for Liz.
Okay, let's go.
Nicky opened her turquoise Fendi bag, and whipped out the magazine, and opened up to Page Six.
There...
They all gapped, Oh-ed, and Ah-ed about the pictures shown. Along with famous people, writers, and God knows who else, there she was, signing up for rehab!
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