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well she could put it on the grill!”
    Devon, Scott, Robert and Nick stared at him, silent and openmouthed.
    But Will had to vent, had to get it out of his system. “Then she gets dressed. Tuesday it was a push-up bra, garters and stockings—and no panties. Yesterday it was a red silk thong. This morning she wore a see-through teddy thing—white lace and ribbons.”
    “Whoa.” Robert lifted his beer, missed his mouth.
    Nick and Scott stared at him, mute.
    Devon buried his face in his hands. “Man, I sense pink in my future.”
    “Why don’t you just get up and walk out while she’s dressing?” Scott asked.
    “I’d like to see you try that.” It wasn’t that Will hadn’t thought of that. But when the time had come, he’d found himself unable to move.
    “You are wanking, right?” Nick had never been subtle.
    “Of course I’m wanking! I’m a guy, right?”
    “Just making sure you hadn’t overlooked an obvious solution.”
    “Listen! I’m not finished.” Someone had to know what he’d been going through these past three days. “Tuesday night she picked up sushi—and fed me with her own chopsticks. Last night I came home early thinking I’d beat her at her game and cook my lasagna she loves so much, only to find her setting out oysters on the half shell. And the whole time we’re eating, all I can think about is that finely greased ass.”
    “And so you just sit there, a testosterone train wreck, and do nothing to turn the tables?” Devon glared at him as if he’d done something terrible.
    “Of course not!” He couldn’t tell them about running down the batteries on her vibrator. That seemed a bit too personal. Besides, she’d bought fresh batteries the next morning—and hidden the vibrator somewhere he hadn’t been able to find it. “I strut around as naked as a monkey at the zoo. I’ve been packing boxes, lifting all kinds of heavy shit with my shirt off. I’ve made a point of kissing her just the way she likes to be kissed. I’ve brought her flowers. Last night I gave her the ultimate neck rub. She was putty in my hands!”
    For a moment no one said anything, the sound of Incubus drifting through the air above the cacophony of a hundred conversations.
    Will drew deeply on his brew, knowing full well he was in shit-deep trouble. He’d called Lissy from Broncos team camp to tell her he was going out with the guys and that she shouldn’t wait for him for dinner.
    “You’re going to see them all Saturday night at your bachelor party,” she’d said, clearly disappointed he was evading whatever trap she’d laid for him tonight.
    But he needed to regroup, to come up with a new game plan.
    “If I were you, I’d just give up,” Scott offered. “Pink cummerbunds—what’s that compared to what Lissy’s got cookin’?”
    “I’d have given up Tuesday,” Robert said, dragging a chip through dip.
    Nick nodded. “I’d never have agreed to the stupid bet in the first place.”
    Devon placed a reassuring hand on Will’s shoulder. “Don’t listen to these losers, Will. You’ve been outclassed, that’s all. But you can take her. You just got to give as good as you get. Tomorrow, when she starts to grease that fine thing, you go on over and help her out. Grease it for her.”
    Will nearly choked.
     
    Will was awake when Lissy came tiptoeing in the next morning. When she dropped her towel and reached for the scented skin cream, he turned on the bedroom lamp. “I was wondering when you’d get here. It’s time for my morning skin show.”
    She whirled around and saw him just as he wanted to be seen—sitting up in their bed, his arms folded behind his head, his naked body fully exposed. He watched as her gaze traveled over him, felt the satisfaction of knowing she appreciated what she saw.
    She lifted her chin, looked away, removed the lid from the jar of scented cream and scooped a creamy dollop with her fingers. She rubbed the cream between her palms, lifted a long leg to rest