![]() ![]() Then Cal takes Min out to dinner eats dinner then walks Min home. Cal, who’s so good-looking he should be on coins, takes the bet and unloads chatty Cynthie, his ex-girlfriend, a know-it-all TV shrink, on David. And, yes, her self-esteem needs a group hug right now from all her best buddies in the bar: Min just overheard David, a client of Cal Morrisey, a genial organizer of business seminars, bet ten bucks-or was it ten thousand?-that Cal can’t get into Min’s sensible white cotton panties. Does Liza mean she should get rid of her favorite gray-checked suit? If plump, pretty Min dared to wear body-hugging purple get-ups like her tall, trim friend, she’d look like Barney the Dinosaur’s slut cousin. ![]() ![]() Minerva Dobbs has been warned: If she wants to snag a new guy to replace dreary David, who does something with software, it’s time to loosen up. ![]()
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