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kinder to let them down brutally and fast rather than to prolong something he knows he’s not going to reciprocate.
    She hesitates a long time as she slowly staggers to her feet to dress. “Yeah, they said that about you too, but I refused to believe it.” She does not meet his eyes.
    He knows what she’s thinking. He’s not clueless. They said that about you but I refused to believe it . . . because I thought I’d be the one to change you . . . the one that you’d fuck more than once.
    He finishes dressing. “I’ve gotta go.”
    He turns to the door without saying goodbye. He doesn’t look back either. There’s no point when you’re never going to see them again.
     
    *
     
    Caleb is no longer in the pool room, but the brunettes are still at the bar. The short-haired one eyes him speculatively.
    “Had a good time?” Sarcasm drips off her tongue.
    “Better than the one you had with your friend.” He grins.
    She gets down from her barstool and saunters towards him. She fingers his shirt buttons. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Brian Morton.”
    “Oh yeah? All good, I hope.” He slips into his easy smile, and he can tell that she’s bedazzled. In fact, the eyes of every woman in the room are on him.
    “They say you are best lay this side of Chicago. I haven’t had the chance to experience it myself. So . . . if you have enough strength left in that body of yours, maybe you and I go back to my apartment and – ”
    She lets the suggestion linger.
    “Maybe later. I’ve got to find my friend.”
    He bends down to kiss her full on the lips – a lavishly sexual kiss that leaves no room in the imagination for what he has in mind. The brunette gasps when their lips part.
    Brian smiles and leaves her standing there by the bar.
    “Later,” he promises. He doesn’t miss a beat as he turns to walk out of the room.
    In the next room, a poker game is going on. Spying Caleb, he goes in.
    “What’re doing, Cal?” he asks.
    “Sssssh.”
    Caleb is at a table of five players. The dealer deals two cards facedown to each player. Brian sits back to watch. They are playing the Texas Hold’em variant of poker, with the dealer exposing five community cards which can be used by the players for the best five card combination utilizing two of their own cards.
    It’s the final round of betting. The fifth community card, called the river card, has been dealt.
    “Raise,” Caleb says, pushing two hundred dollars to the pile of money in the center of the table.
    The man to his left sneaks a look at his two facedown cards. He grimaces.
    “Fold,” he says.
    “Fold,” says another man.
    Caleb is left playing against a thin black man with a sparse moustache. The black man has a tic in his left eye, Brian observes. He wonders how that tic figures in bluffing.
    “Call,” the black man says, pushing two hundred dollars as well into the pile.
    “All right, showdown please,” the dealer says.
    The black man reveals his cards. The dealer takes them to arrange them in the best five card combination out of the seven.
    “Full house,” he says.
    “Damn.” Caleb throws in his cards. The dealer grabs them.
    “Two aces.”
    Caleb is crestfallen. Brian watches as the black man seizes the entire pot of money on the table. His mind is churning.
    He has just found a way to give Caleb his mother’s mortgage money.

3
     
    “What about this one?” Cassie says. “We haven’t tried this one before.”
    Sam cranes her neck to look up at the sign above the bar. ‘WOODY’S’. The multicolored oblong lights dance around the letters.
    “OK,” she says dubiously.
    “Oh come on, Sam, when was the last time you got laid?”
    “I’m not going in there to get laid! I don’t . . . do things like that,” Sam almost splutters.
    She catches sight of her semi-reflection in the dark panels of glass on the door. Her hair consists of unruly brown curls that just refuse to be tamed by a comb. She has pleasant features and an upturned nose.