"You mean Greg? We never talked again after that night." Chelsea shrugged.

"Is this really how you plan to live your life? Making out with every available man at the club?, Get a life bitch." Amelia said, sounding irritated.

"But that's what I'm doing. It's not that serious, I'm just having a hard time trying to find the perfect size." Chelsea said, taking another scoop of her icecream.

"Chelsea! Can you hear yourself? Jeez. You sound so slutty talking about the perfect size. You better wrap that shit up or I'm never talking to you again." Amelia warned.

Chelsea soon started yapping again while Amelia got lost in thoughts for...