![]() ![]() It was hard to miss, what with the super-model in sequins beneath headlines blaring Come Again: Multiple Orgasm Made Easy! and Ass-Tastic! Four Butt Blasters to Get Your Rear in Gear! After a quick minute of deliberation, I grabbed a small bag of chocolate M&M’s, paid the gum-chomping cashier, and went back upstairs. ![]() I took the elevator to the lobby of the Philadelphia Examiner, waved at the security guard, and walked to the small newsstand, where I found Moxie on the rack next to its sister publications, Cosmo and Glamour and Mademoiselle. I felt a small twinge of anxiety work its way down my spine. Samantha put people on hold, or had her assistant tell them she was in a meeting. Samantha was, in addition to being my best friend, also an associate at Lewis, Dommel, and Fenick. Why? What’s up? Am I one of the Fashion Faux Pas? Cannie, you have to go get one right now." Okay, but remember: Don’t shoot the messenger. Samantha, you have never once called me in the middle of the day about nothing. I leaned close to my computer so my editor wouldn’t hear me on a personal call. ![]()
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