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It’s another unknown with sweet, sassy, and sexy lyrics. They’re
a bit too literal for me, and the song is almost pop country.
    I
don’t get her. All that spark without a flame.
    “No
country for us.” Danny Boy makes the sign of an “X” in front of him.
    “I
like it.” I take back the guitar and add a few riffs of my own and several
slides. My fingers are strong, so it’s easy for me.
    “Ditto.”
Clive picks his bass and thwacks out several harsh notes that give the song a
bluesy twist.
    Danny
Boy twirls his drumsticks and taps out a beat for us. Pretty soon we’re
wrapping around her song like it’s our own. Jinx takes up at the keyboard.
    “I’d
like a real piano on this,” I say.
    “I
think you’re right,” Clive adds.
    Danny
Boy grins. He’s probably happy that I’m onboard for once, since I rarely show
enthusiasm.
    I
have to admit the girl can play and sing. What else can she do with those
delicate fingers? God, I’d like to find out.
    “Am
I in?” Jinx asks.
    I
pull the guys aside, not that it’s necessary. We’ve been together long enough
to read each other’s thoughts. It’s for effect and to make her squirm. In those
tight leather pants, it’ll be hard to do.
    “Jinx
is good,” Danny Boy says.
    “She’s
hot,” Clive says. “How long before I get into her panties? I’m guessing thongs.
She looks like a thong girl.”
    “She’s
definitely a floss girl,” Danny Boy says.
    I’m
thinking granny panties. I suppress bursting out with laughter because I want
to see their expressions when she cuts their dicks off.
    I
give Clive a playful shove. “I thought you told her no means no.”
    “She’ll
come begging later. You know how it works. They can’t play hard to get for too
long.”
    Jinx’s
leg shakes as she watches us. She looks nervous, and she should be. Clive and
Danny will eat her alive.
    Clive
glances back at her. “Are you sure it was her that dumped a beer on you? She
looks like she does it standing up.”
    “Trust
me,” I say. “She doesn’t.”
    We
break our huddle.
    Since
I’m the lead, I give her the news. “You have to learn to read music.”
    Jinx
sighs as if I’ve asked her to give birth to a baby hippo. “I don’t have the
money.”
    “Show
up a half hour early every day, and we’ll take turns teaching you.” I’m
studying her harder now. A girl would be good in our band. Sex sells, and her
outfit says she’d spread her legs. Looks can be deceiving.
    “Are
you sure?” Her voice is full of angst.
    “Yeah.
Now about that beer.” The chill of the night air at her party lingers fresh in
my mind. I fold my arms across my chest.
    The
guys leer at her to add to the overall effect, knowing full well I’m going in
for the kill, but I won’t. I’d rather see her bust Clive’s balls when he hits
on her again. Danny will give her a hard time, but only when Susan isn’t around.
He’s still one of us, except when he’s being squeezed hard between the legs. Clive’s
right. Danny is a whipped boy.
    “You
were in my dad’s room,” she says.
    I
wince at the mention of that. I don’t like it when people get into my business,
and I intruded into her private space.
    “You
were acting like a pig,” she tries to explain but realizes she’s digging a
deeper hole with the guys. “It won’t happen again.”
    Nothing
like handing someone the shovel for her own grave. “We cut loose,” I say. “You
don’t have to participate, but you do have to learn tolerance. It’s the key to
world peace.”
    Jinx
cringes then nods.
    Clive
cracks open another beer. “Cheer up. It’s not the end of the world.” He hands
it to her.
    She
shakes her head and pushes it back to him, so she’s not a beer drinker. I can
live with that.
    “We
don’t bite,” Clive says, brushing against her. “Unless you want us to, so relax.”
    Danny
does a drum roll. “Let’s practice before we leave for the recital. I have to
pick up Susan.”
    Danny’s
been dating her for