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What
she saw made her sick, inside and out.
    Baron... he helped a tipsy, giggling blonde bombshell up his porch
steps. They were both dressed as if they'd come from a bar or a club.
It was not his sister. This girl was even prettier than Amy, with
mid-length blonde hair, a big, luscious booty, and boobs the size of
watermellons. The two disappeared into his house. Lights burned to
life in the downstairs window, then, a moment later, the right
upstairs window. That window had no curtain or blinds to prevent any
onlooker from looking in. Janna did just that.
    She watched with tears in her eyes as they kissed, fondled and
ravaged each other in a show of ecstasy. She watched with a heavy
stomach as the woman yanked off her top, grabbed his hand, and placed
it on her breast. She watched them fool around until they moved out
of her line of sight. I don't want to see any more anyways.
    Janna stumbled back from the window, crying, her steady stream of
tears blurring her vision. In spite of the heartache, she now knew
the truth. Baron was a player. Had things happened differently the
night before, he would have fucked her and kicked her out. So maybe
her decision had been the right one after all.
    It still hurt, though. She had developed feelings for him, and this
was a shock she should have expected. There was a reason why women
said Men Are Pigs. If they weren't pigs, what else were they?
    They aren't any good, that's for sure.
    ***
    Time went by, as always. It could have been nine o' clock or three in
the morning by the time she came out of her little spell, Janna
didn't know. Time seemed lost and unaccounted for. Crying did that to
a person. You lose yourself in the passage, as well as some of your
sanity. Then, when you find the groove back again, you're a little
less of a person than what you were before your emotions wrecked
havoc.
    Tired and drained, she lay on her couch in the inky blackness, unable
to fall asleep. There was just too much to sort out, make sense of.
She didn't really want to do either of the two; she wanted to break
something, do something that didn't require conscious decision.
    But the sudden knock at the door distracted her from doing
anything.
    It scared Janna. Her adrenaline picked up where her thoughts had left
off. Who the hell could it be at this hour? A burglar? Someone who
needed to call a tow? Laura? The cops? Ben? B—
    “ Janna,
open up. It's me—Baron.”
    Happily obliged, asshole.
    She answered it with the intention of telling him off. “What do
you want?”
    The white shirt he was wearing was missing buttons and blotched with
lipstick stains—it was hard to see without much light, but it
was noticeable.
    “ I
have to talk to you,” he said. “Can I come in?”
    “ Why?
So you can take advantage of me?”
    “ Look,
I'm sorry about last night. We—“
    Janna interrupted: “This has nothing to do with last night,
okay? I'm not an idiot. I know what kind of man you really are.”
She pursed her lips, sharpened her eyes.
    “ What
do you mean?” Baron's brows lowered, came together. “I
don't understand.”
    “ Let
me spell it out for you. Go to hell!” She went to slam the door
on him, but he wedged his foot in before it closed.
    “ What's
wrong? Why are you doing this? I have something I want to tell you!”
    “ Get
your foot out of the door and leave, you jerk!”
    “ Why?
What did I do?”
    “ You
know what you did!” She kept trying to close the door; he kept
keeping it from shutting.
    “ You
screw all the girls in town now, don't you?”
    That's when he grabbed the door and opened it up just far enough to
poke his head inside. Pinpricks of reflected streetlight illuminated
his eyes in their centers. “I was confused, okay? I'm not
perfect. I went to the bar, had a few too many, and things happened.
I make mistakes. I did it because of you, Janna. I wanted to feel
what we felt last night. Yes, it almost happened, but I kept seeing your face. I kicked her out before