Promiscuity is like never reading past the first page. Monogamy is like reading the same page over and over. (Mason Cooley)

I loved Joseph. I wasn't in love with him but I did love him. I loved Nicky too though by that point. Nicky was getting some fame now for the soap opera he was starring in. One day while we were shopping on Robertson a lady brought a Soap Opera Weekly up to him and asked him to autograph it for her.

For all my power, I still wasn't famous. So it irked me when I saw Nicky’s fame budding and blossoming beside me. Nicky was never supposed to get bigger than me. He was a lazy nobody. I took solace in the fact that he would never have anywhere near the amount of money I had acquired. Hell, Nicky wouldn't even have the amount of money I had tucked under my bed.

Joseph was the closest I'd came to having a boyfriend, but I suppose Nicky had fit the job description. Joseph was different though. One night I was swimming and Nicky came out and jumped in with me. We shared my big white towel and lay on a tanning chair beside the pool. The cool night air forced us to wrap up cozily in the towel. With whispered words, we caught up with one another. We laughed a little. We kissed a little. I told him how great Joseph was and he accepted that, more or less.

Joseph missed that last little caveat as watched from the window of his first floor apartment. I was busted. Worse than being busted was the fact that I didn't realize I was doing anything wrong. Joseph was hurt and didn't talk to me for days, which was nearly impossible because he was my driver.

“Monogamy isn't one of my strong points,” I defended.