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choice of ‘strange’. She strolled to a couch in the corner, her hand holding mine tightly. I watched her black hair sway from behind, and I saw my coffee girl, Katarina. I lost that beautiful picture when she turned around and began taking off her bra and panties, doing a little striptease for me. Then, flashes would return to my eyes, playing tricks on me. I would see Katarina’s beautiful smile when she was reading her e-mails. I saw her bright blue eyes and her slender fingers.
Fuck
. I didn’t want the girl standing in front of me. I wanted Katarina. The girl before me was making her way back to me completely naked, and she started to kiss my neck. I pushed her away, grabbing her arm roughly, and she smirked at me. I shoved her to the couch, my body already betraying my thoughts. I was painfully hard. I towered over her. She reached up and ran her free hand up my stomach and chest. I grabbed her hands and held them over her head. She lifted her hips off the couch, humping my lower stomach, attempting to rub her cunt against my hard-on.
    I shook my head, trying hard to clear my thoughts. Katarina’s face kept popping into my head. I tried closing my eyes, but it only made it worse.
Shit!
I unzipped my pants and could hear the girl under me begin begging me to fuck her. I stood up and stared at the more-than-willing naked girl on the couch. The sounds of sex were everywhere, and people were watching. I was so ready. I looked down at my cock. It was dancing at the sight of her, but I tucked it painfully away, turned, and walked out of the orgy room. I took the stairs in a hurry to be anywhere but there. I hopped in my Jeep and went to the closest gym.
    I walked in like I owned the place, and nobody stopped me. I used the weights and the boxing bags until I couldn’t stand up any longer. I concentrated on the smell of leather and sweat and convinced myself this was my new element. It made me relax a little.
    I drove back to Jessica’s house and knocked on the door. Jonah, Jessica’s husband, answered. He looked at my luggage and let me in. He showed me to the downstairs bedroom without a word, and I thanked him. I took a much-needed shower, relieving myself twice. I slept well that night, and woke up the next morning fresh and in a better state of mind.
    I returned to the shower, preparing myself for the third no-sex day ahead. I took care of business, which made me more relaxed. I went into the kitchen. Jonah was awake with four-year-old Jack. They were eating breakfast together.
    “Good morning, thanks again for last night.” I helped myself to the cereal at the table and poured milk into my bowl. Jack was too busy with oatmeal and playing with his truck to say anything.
    “No problem, Brother. So Jessica filled me in on last night.” I raised my eyes to his face. “She says you freaked out. She’s worried about you.” Jonah was politely filling me in.
    “I have a plan.” It included getting to know a certain girl. I needed to find a way to delay my tendencies until she was ready. I reached over the table and picked up the brochures from the night before.
    “I am going to look into this. “Jonah raised an eyebrow, eyeing me skeptically as I held up the colorful pamphlets and then glanced around to see if anyone was listening.
    “Jessica doesn’t think you’re addicted; she is just really worried about you. She wants you to be happy. She thinks you’re sad and self-destructive, and that’s why you work so much.” Jessica entered the room, and Jonah went silent.
    “Good morning, sis,” I say, nodding at her before returning to my cereal. I was stunned silent as I peeked over at Jonah. He had regret written all over his face. I knew two things by what he said, and his reaction, when my sister strolled into the room. I smiled at my discovery; my twin didn’t think I was an addict and she was so worried about me, she told her husband. Jonah was probably sworn to secrecy, judging by the look on his