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clay. "Seriously?"
    "Would I shit you?"
    "Yes."
    Okay. That was true. But still. "Well, I'm not shitting you. And then he took me up to the top floor of his house where he had a photography studio installed that morning, and then he asked me to take my clothes off and wrap myself up in white satin so he could take pictures of me."
    "You look good in white," Felicia said, which was a very artist thing to say.
    "Yeah, I know. But then he kind of fingered me and then went down on me and when I was done he freaked out and left!"
    Felicia's eyes narrowed at me. "It went from pictures to finger fucking just like that?" she asked. She was clearly not buying it. My best friend, disbelieving my innocence.
    I sucked my cigarette down and blew a stream of smoke at her. "You know how things just happen," I said. Granted, I had sort of decided that those things would happen and then done my level best to ensure that they did, but come on. Finger fucking just happens all the time. Sometimes it just needs a little nudge.
    She studied me for a moment. "Uh-huh," she said at last, then shook her head and sighed. "You always go for the crazy ones, don't you?"
    I scowled. "Malcolm Ward is not crazy. Weird and probably damaged, maybe, but crazy, no. And I don't always go for the crazy ones, thanks."
    "You don't remember Simon?" she asked me. "Simon who thought you were cheating on him with his brother who lived in Tokyo and burned all your underwear in revenge?"
    I shrugged. "Fine. Maybe Simon."
    "And Jorge? The one who refused to look at mirrors and wouldn't enter through front doors?"
    "That was just a quirk of character," I said. "That wasn't really crazy."
    She crossed her arms. "And what was Misha?"
    "A drunk."
    Felicia rolled her eyes at me. "You have a thing for damaged guys, you nutbar. And you just said yourself that he's damaged."
    "I said probably damaged." I couldn't help but feel stung, insulted, and a bit annoyed. Before Anton, Felicia's previous boyfriends had all been dumb as rocks. The last one she'd had before she got married had called himself Steele. Steele, for Christ's sake. Where did she get off judging me?
    "Yeah, but you're so good at picking out the damaged ones that that probability is awfully high. Besides, he acts crazy in public, right?"
    I shrugged. "I don't know, you're the one who knows him."
    "I don't know him, I know of him. And yes, he does act crazy in public. If he's not actually crazy, then it's an act." She pursed her lips. "Which, ironically, would be totally crazy."
    I barely suppressed an epic eye roll. "Trust me, he's not crazy, and if he's damaged at least he's really hot." I sucked the last of my cigarette down and stubbed it out in the ceramic ashtray by the bed. Felicia doesn't smoke, so it's mostly there for my benefit. I saw that the stubs I'd left in there the last time I'd come over to her studio were still languishing at the bottom. What a sad existence. I sighed. "And he gives really good head, and that's not the sort of thing you want to just fling to the wind at the first sign of trouble."
    Her mouth pursed again, and I could see she was struggling to formulate a counterargument, but I knew she probably didn't have one. Her own husband was pretty fucked up, too, but, from what I could tell, he was amazing in the sack. You can't just throw that shit away lightly. Of course he was also madly in love with her and the feelings were reciprocated, so I suppose he had that going for him, too. All I had from Malcolm Ward was a bunch of weird interactions and one great orgasm.
    It had been a really, really good orgasm, though.
    Why is life so hard? I thought to myself.
    "You're into him," Felicia said at last.
    I wasn't quite prepared to admit that, so I made a joke. "Yeah, I was in his mouth yesterday afternoon," I said.
    Felicia made a face, but my crude attempt at changing the subject was nevertheless effective. "So that's it?" she said. "Did he take any pictures?"
    I blinked. "Oh! Yeah, he did. A