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smiling.
    “Beautiful is putting it lightly. You always get everything, Tyler; it isn’t fair,” Lisa said, slumping back in her seat.
     “Why is your life so perfect?”
    “Lisa, my life is far from perfect. Let’s not forget I witnessed my ex-boyfriend killing himself.” Lisa rolled her eyes as
     if it that incident wasn’t a big deal.
    “Besides that, you have it all. You live in a big house, drive a convertible BMW, have the best clothes, and now you have
     a boyfriend who is loaded. Why couldn’t that be my life?” I didn’t know how to take what Lisa was saying. Yes, her house was
     modest compared to mine, and she drove a used car, not a brand-new one like mine, but we were so close, I never gave it much
     thought. But it was obvious that Lisa did, and I felt bad.
    “Lisa, you have a great life. You’re smart, pretty, and your parents adore you.” I always admired the dedication Lisa’s parents
     had for her. Her mother was a schoolteacher and always encouraged Lisa to do her best, and her father was an accountant. No,
     her parents didn’t have a lot of money, and sometimes Lisa would complain about what a strict budget her family was on, but
     I knew from watching my parents’ marriage that it took more than money to make you happy.
    “That’s easy for the girl that has it all to say.”
    “Lisa, stop it. One day we’ll both be rich, and it will be our own money. Wait and see. Until then, we’ll have fun spendingeveryone else’s money, starting with Patrick’s. After lunch, which is my treat, of course, let’s go to Lenox Mall. You can
     pick out whatever outfit you want. Within reason, of course,” I added. I hoped that a trip to the mall would ease her discontentment.
     For the first time in a very long time I was happy, and I wanted to share that with Lisa.
    The following weekend when I visited Patrick in Chicago I decided we would take it all the way. He booked a premier suite
     at the Ritz-Carlton. When I realized it had convenient indoor access to the exclusive Michigan Avenue shops, I was ecstatic.
     I spent my day at the Carlton Club spa and then did a little shopping. That evening I met Patrick at the Greenhouse for drinks.
     I wore a fitted white Dolce & Gabbana pantsuit, with my hair up and a few cascading curls framing my face. After a few drinks,
     admiring the view of the city and listening to the beautiful “My Funny Valentine” coming from the piano, I was ready to go
     to our suite and make passionate love.
    By the time we reached the thirtieth floor, we were basically undressed. Luckily Patrick had managed to take out the room
     key, and when he opened the door we began a long lingering kiss that lasted until we reached the king-size bed. He fingered
     my nipples, and then his warm mouth kissed my breast. I moaned with ecstasy while caressing his manhood. He started going
     down on me, and I screamed with pure pleasure. Then he stopped and marveled at my beauty before we made love. We made love
     for a long time before becoming exhausted and falling asleep in each other’s arms. Patrick’s strong muscular body next to
     mine made me feel so loved. The next morning when I opened my eyes, Patrick had already ordered breakfast. I ate acouple of strawberries before going into the marble bathroom to take a shower. As soon as I walked in, I saw that Patrick
     had already prepared a bath for me. He also had a mimosa on the table next to the bathtub. He remembered it was my favorite
     drink in the morning. After I lounged in the Jacuzzi for a while, I joined Patrick in bed and we made love once again.
    Looking out at the Chicago skyline and the lakefront view, I was relieved that Patrick and I were compatible sexually because
     now we had a chance at a serious relationship. At the same time, he knew so much about my past, I was afraid it would cause
     problems in the future. You should never, ever date a guy who was your best friend and knows all of your secrets. Patrick