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messing with her and I almost laughed, until he added, “And mute. It’s truly sad. You see, when she was younger her stepfather beat her with a wire hanger,”— Mommy Dearest much? — “and she lost her eyesight. But she was born mute.”
    “Oh.” She seemed sad. She was believing his bullshit, and I didn’t know if she was stupid or just didn’t care. “The poor thing.” She petted my arm. “Can she hear us?”
    “No,” he said sadly. “She lost her hearing when a bomb went off in her building.” What the hell was he smoking?
    He couldn’t just say that he was surprising me. Oh, no. He had to create this incredibly unbelievable story about a “Daddy Dearest” and a terroristic act. No one on this Earth would believe such a blatant lie, except for Mrs. Dimwit - Shaw . “Oh, I am so sorry to hear that.” She did sound truly sorry. “But since she can’t hear or see us…” her voice trailed off, and I heard a wet noise.
    I peeked ever so slightly, so she wouldn’t see me looking. Mrs. Shaw had her arms around his neck, while she kissed him fiercely. I couldn’t see what she looked like because Stag was blocking my view, but I could see that she had a huge diamond ring on her left hand with a white gold wedding band right beneath it.
    He gently pushed her off him, and I closed my eyes again. “We can’t do this anymore,” he said. “I told you that I don’t date married women.”
    “You weren’t complainin’ yesterday when I…” she must have done something to him, because he jerked away, hitting me in the shoulder.
    “You’re right, I wasn’t complaining,” he agreed with her. “But that was before your husband caught us.”
    “He was so drunk,” she said, probably waving off his concerns, “he doesn’t remember a thing.”
    “I don’t care,” Stag’s voice was harsh. “I said no more.”
    “Fine,” she huffed.
    Finally, the elevator dinged and I heard the doors slide open.
    That was the longest elevator ride of my life.
    “I hope you’re happy with this one; she looks like she won’t complain much or ever for that matter. She probably won’t know how to satisfy you, either.”
    Stag led me off the elevator, and I couldn’t help but turn around and hold the doors open with my hands. I opened my eyes and smiled. Seeing her shocked middle - aged face was worth it, and it made my dark smile widen. “Look who’s the pot calling the kettle black. At least I won’t nag him like a mother. And let me tell you, he’ll get more satisfaction out of me just by talking than he has ever gotten from you by having sex.” I stepped back, letting go of the doors. “Have a nice day, Mrs. Shaw.” I waved, and the elevator doors closed before she could regain her senses.
    I turned around, looking up at Stag. His mouth was hanging open and I closed my eyes again, holding out my hand to him.
    “Lead the way,” I said, and he did.

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    SIX
    Stag led me a little further before I heard a key in a lock and a door open. Then he gently pulled me inside where he had taken me.
    When he let go of my hand, I felt disoriented for a minute so I took a deep breath, smelling the distinct smell of pancakes and bacon. My stomach growled as I heard the door shut behind me. Stag placed his hands on my shoulders, making me jump, but I quickly regained my composure, relaxing as much as I could.
    “You ready?” he asked, and I nodded. “Okay. Open your eyes.”
    When I did, my eyes widened.
    Stag’s place was enormous compared to my shabby little apartment. It had an open kitchen and a hallway to my right, while a large living room and bedroom were to my left. The whole apartment was open and light. The walls were painted a beautiful shade of ivory, and the furnishings were 1960s retro. It wasn’t what I expected a typical bachelor pad to look like. For one, it was too clean, and it actually looked like Stag had some taste. One wall, which separated the large bedroom from the living room, was