Kelly laughed as she thought of her best friend. They had had so many good memories together.  Kelly remembered the first time she had seen Madison in her college pysch class.  She was so beautiful and perfect.  Kelly was so jealous.  She had planned to forget her until a few days later she caught Madison with her then boyfriend Austin.  They got into a huge fight and then they all sat down and just started laughing.  The three of them had been the best of friends since that day.  After college Kelly and Austin went on to medical school and Madison onto modeling, but all three of them stayed in New York. Madison lived on the east side and Kelly on the west and Austin in the north. But all close enough to hang out whenever possible. Kelly and Austin stayed put in their new apartments and new lives, but Madison could never sit still.  She sold her apartment and began her model’s life.  Working here, living there.  Madison was always working, but Kelly and her managed to stay in touch often.  This month Madison was in Hawaii on a new tour of Versace. Kelly rewound the message so that she could write down Madison’s number at the hotel.  She was excited to talk to her again.  It had been a month since they had last talked, but it had been a few weeks after the rape that they had seen each other. Recently Madison had been named Versace’s promotion model, which meant that she was the famous model.  People knew her all over the world because of the billboard ads, and which meant big bucks.  Kelly knew that Madison was staying in only the finest hotel, but that was just how her friend was.    Kelly turned ESPN on mute and picked up her cordless phone.  She dialed and then listened to the ring at the end of the line for what seemed like forever.  “Yeah, she’s really stuck in her little hotel room,” Kelly thought to herself.  Just then the phone picked up on the other end. “Hello?” Kelly heard Madison on the line and decided to have a little fun. “Hello, this is PLAYBOY magazine and we are glad to say that you are the proud winner of your own playboy model,” Kelly said in a low sexy voice.  “Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!! I can’t believe you called back tonight.  I figured that you were in that hellhole saving people’s lives.  How the hell are you?” Madison asked breathlessly. “Good, but tired.  Girl, you shouldn’t even have to ask if you can stay here.  Of course you are welcome.  I’ll come pick you up now if you want.  We can catch up on the way.  What hotel are you staying at?  Nothing but the finest I suspect.” Kelly said.  Madison laughed at her best friend’s comment, “No, don’t come get me.  I’ll call a cab or something and be there in an hour or so. Cool?”   “Okay, okay.  Come over as soon as you can.  I’ll be waiting.”  They said bye and hung up.     “God Riley, I have got to cleanup this place if she’s coming over in an hour.  I gotta clean the Jacuzzi, and her guest bedroom and her bathroom and the kitchen is a mess.  I still have tons of laundry to do and my office is a mess and the garage is a disaster.  She’ll think I’m a pig.”  Kelly turned the sound back onto ESPN and listened to the sound of the Kentucky’s Wildcat’s game as she cleaned her apartment and waited for her friend to arrive. An hour and half later…      Kelly had just cleaned up the attic area when she realized that she hadn’t even changed out of her clothes from the hospital.  She had cleaned her house in record time and still had a few minutes to take a quick shower and change.  Kelly figured that Madison would arrive soon, but she knew her friend wouldn’t be on time.  Models, nowadays weren’t.  Kelly took her clothes off and laid them on the bed next to the sleeping Riley.  “Good boy.”  She gave him a kiss on the nose and then walked through her closet and into her bathroom. She stepped into her shower.  She let the hot water run down her tan body.   Kelly rested her head on the cool black tile and just took a minute to close her eyes and think.   She had been so tired lately.  Ever since the rape she had lost a lot of weight and now had this compulsive disorder to run and eat hardly anything.  She and Riley went running every morning at five.  No matter how hot or cold.  She knew she had a problem, but just didn’t know what to do about it.  A relationship seemed out of the question.  There was still a fear about men after the guy attacked her and she figured that she would just have to slowly get back into the swing of things.  Her hand instinctly went to her stomach.  There she felt the long white scar that ran across her hard stomach.  That was where the blade had gotten her. Kelly snapped out of her thoughts and washed up.  She got out of the shower, dried off and went back through the doors into her closet.  She pulled out a pair of worn, tight Banana Republic jeans, and a black tight camisole from Versace.  She put on tight black panties and then slipped her clothes on.  Madison was good to her and sent many demo clothes to Kelly from all her designers when the shows were over.  Kelly hardly needed to buy clothes anymore.  Kelly ran a slim hand through her hair and walked into her bedroom.  Riley was still asleep.  Her bedroom windows were steamy from her shower and she walked over and cleared a spot with her hand.  She looked out the cleared hole and watched the snowy streets.  The suddenly, Kelly began yelling and jumping up and down.  Riley woke up with a start.  There was a cab that had pulled up into Kelly’s terrace. Madison had arrived.
		Chapter 4
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