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side-to-side.
    “You gonna whip her? Spank her? Toss her off the roof? What?” he laughed.
    “Probably nothing. But she doesn’t know that,” I shrugged my shoulders.
    “So it’s a joke? Just for show?” he laughed as he took a drink of his beer.
    “Well, it’s tough to explain, Teddy. It’s me controlling her that makes her happy. I tell her what I want. She does it. Pleasing me pleases her. She likes it when I do certain things, or say certain things. Just like calling her baby girl . Most girls wouldn’t care, or hell…some would be turned off by it. For Kelli, it makes her feel comfortable to hear it. It’s like a reassurance of sorts. It makes her feel loved,” I explained.
    “Oh, so you wanna make her feel loved, just don’t wanna love her,” he laughed.
    “I can’t win with you today, can I?” I complained.
    “Probably not. I’m in a mood. I like that damned Heather, Doc. She’s good for me. You know how that shit works. You buy a new bike, you want your buddy to buy one. You get a boat, you want your buddy to buy a boat. You get a girl, you want your buddy to get a girl,” he took a breath, rubbed his beard, and continued.
    “You know, it’s like goin’ down to that casino and gamblin’. People go down there and get on the slots. Worst odds in the fucking house. Some play the craps, ‘cause they’re better odds. Roulette is the best odds, I think. Fifty-fifty . Life is about playing the odds – minimizing your risk,” he stood, finished his beer, and continued.
    “And the odds of Kelli doin’ you wrong are slim and damn near none. That poor little girl adores you. Being with her ain’t a gamble. The gamble, Doc, is you, ” he said, pointing his finger at me from across the table.
    One of the reasons Teddy and I were so close was the fact that he wasn’t afraid to challenge me. Teddy was a simple man with simple ways. If Teddy had something to say, he said it. He may not always be right, and I may not always agree with him.
    But.
    If Teddy said it, you could bank on the fact that he believed it.
    The gamble, Doc, is you.
     
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    KELLI. “As soon as this light turns green, I’m going to mash this gas pedal and drive as fast as I can up that ramp,” Erik said as he pointed toward the highway.
    I checked my seat belt to make sure it was buckled.
    This was going to be exciting.
    Erik’s car was a BMW M3. Having been around BMW’s my entire life, and working at the dealership, I knew about BMW’s M series of cars. Erik’s car was basically a race car driven on the street. His car could be driven from a garage at home to the track and race against just about anything and win, as long as the driver knew how to drive.
    “And, I am going to keep driving as fast as I can down the highway, and no matter what speed limit I reach,” he paused.
    I turned and looked at him, my heart racing.
    “I won’t slow down,” he said.
    He gripped the wheel with both hands.
    “There’s two…well, let’s say three things that’ll get me to slow down. We’ll either wreck, get arrested – because I will not stop if the police try to pull me over, or you’re going to make me cum,” he turned and faced me.
    “You. What? I’m confused,” I said, trying to remember what he said exactly.
    The light turned green.
    He gripped the wheel and took off. He hit the paddle shifter. Second gear. He hit it again. Third gear. I leaned over and looked at the speedometer. We weren’t even off the on ramp and he was going 105 miles an hour.
    “This could get really ugly really quick, baby girl,” he said in a firm tone as he shifted gears again.
    “I must have missed something,” I half screamed over the sound of the car accelerating.
    He shifted again.
    He swerved left.
    He swerved back to the right.
    The force of him changing lanes forced me to the center of the car. I glanced up at the speedometer. 135 miles an hour.
    “Oh my God, Erik, we’ll go to jail,” I screamed.
    “Well, I’d get busy if