Visit your friend, Julie

There are many boring things and boring people in your life, but Julie is not one of them. You have known Julie as long as you can remember; she lived on your block growing up, you attended high school and college together, and you both have stayed in the city you were born in. Just as long as you have known Julie, she has been your best friend and closest confidant. Most people thought you were sisters while you were growing up, because you acted and looked so much alike, but you are of no relation to her. Because of your similar tastes and motivations and your relationship with her, you and she have travelled down a very similar path in life; you attended the same college, hung out in the same circles, and both married very rich and spoiled men. Both of your husbands have the old fashioned and sexist idea that it is shameful for a man if his wife has to work, so neither of you have full time jobs, and to fill the time, you spend most days with Julie. You and Julie are really much closer to each other than you are to your respective husbands, in pretty much every way.

You phone Julie to let her know you're coming over, and depart. You hop into your new car, a Mercedes-Benz SL class convertible that your husband got you for your birthday. Conspicuous consumption has its perks, you think. It is beautiful outside, and the drive from your gated community to Julie's is a pleasant one. Both of you live in small mansions, the primary difference being that your backyard is a forest, while hers is a lake. As a result, if you feel like taking lunch outside, your house is a little more private, where as hers has a nicer view. Since you are prone to spend entire days with each other at a time, both of you have your own room in the other's house, and are on good terms with each other's servants. As you pull up to Julie's house, you admire the pleasant exterior, and walk up to the door. A servant, an attractive girl in her late teens, greets you at the door.

"Hello, ma'am, Mrs. Julie asked me to show you in." You follow the girl into the house and up the second floor. She escorts you through the master bedroom, and holds open the door into the master bath for you to walk through. After you have entered, she shuts the door behind her, and departs. The master bath is quite large, and Julie is currently lounging in the bathtub, a large whirlpool affair, which is nearly overflowing with scented bubbles at the moment. Only Julie's face is visible, nestled in among a bed of bubbles. Her eyes are closed. Without opening them, she quietly asks you "How long is your man gone this time?" You respond that he's on a three week trip to Asia, which is true. Julie chuckles. "My man left yesterday," she says quietly. "He said he'd be gone two weeks, or more. I guess that leaves just you and me for quite a while, eh, sis?" (You and Julie often refer to each other as sister, or sis.) "So tell me," Julie continues, now opening her eyes, and sitting up in the bath, "what do you feel like doing, today?"

Julie stands up in the bath, bringing a layer of suds with her. She hits a button to let the tub drain, and turns on one of the showerheads. She quickly rinses herself off, taking a little extra time to thoroughly rinse out her hair. You admiringly assess her tan along with the rest of her body, as she runs her fingers through her hair. Julie is the same height, weight, and build as you. Her face is rounder and softer, where as yours is more "striking," and she is currently in a blonde phase with her hair (you are both brunettes underneath). You work out with Julie, and both of you are in tip-top shape. "Throw me a towel, would you?" Julie calls, as she turns off the showerhead, and steps out of the bath. You throw her a towel off the counter, and begins to rub herself dry.

"Oh, damn," Julie says, looking at you as she dries herself off. "I didn't even ask if you wanted to hop in the bath with me." You lean in and give her a peck on the cheek, and say "Good to see you too. And that's fine, thank you -- I already took a shower this morning." You hop up to sit on the countertop surrounding the sink, and ask, "Well, what do you want to do today?" Julie glances over at you as she dries out her hair with the towel. "I haven't thought about it," she declares. "Well," you say, "I woke up with an itch, so let's make it good." Julie stops drying her hair, and looks at you more closely. She seems to consider her words. "Well," she says slowly, "I was thinking about ..."