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guess.” I recounted the story for Frank, who listened with rapt attention. When I finally finished, he remained silent for a few seconds.
    “That’s it?” he asked.
    “That’s it? What do you mean, ‘That’s it’? Haven’t you been listening? You set me up with a fucking sociopath.”
    “I think that’s a little dramatic, don’t you?”
    “Um, fuck no, I don’t think it’s dramatic. What the hell is the matter with you?” I was beginning to wonder if I was the crazy one.
    “So, you didn’t fuck her at all? You didn’t even get a blowjob out of her or anything?”
    “You are frightening me on so many levels right now, I don’t even know what to say.”
    “How about you say that the next time a naked chick throws herself at your cock, you’ll fucking act like a man and screw her brains out.”
    “I . . . have you been evaluated? Because you may really benefit from some professional help.”
    Frank let out a guffaw. “Maybe I can visit the same person Marnie’s going to be court-ordered to see after you got her busted by the fuzz.”
    “You’re making it sound like I did something wrong here. I possibly saved a child’s life last night. I’m a fucking hero.” Okay, I may have gotten a little ahead of myself with the hero comment.
    “Hero my ass, pal. You call me up, and instead of giving me the vital information, like if her pussy's shaved, you go on about how you walked away from a hot, naked woman because she’s the crazy one.”
    “I need to hang up.”
    “I swear, you could fuck up a wet dream.”
    And on that note, I clicked the end button on my phone and slinked back into my desk chair. As my head spun from everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours, I knew only one thing for sure: I needed new friends.
     

Chapter 7: Max
     
    I glanced over at my alarm clock for what felt like the five hundredth time. 5:34. God, why couldn’t I sleep? I rarely ever had issues nodding off, but the previous night I’d been restless. Fuck it. I rolled out of bed and started to put my running gear on. May as well be productive.
                  I had hoped that the run would tire me out a little, but it only energized me more. Well, maybe it wasn’t exactly the running that had my adrenaline spiking. Maybe it was a certain person who I would be seeing in a little more than twelve hours. I muttered a curse under my breath as I thought about how much she was still able to affect me. I hadn’t even seen her yet, but the prospect of being physically close to her, being able to smell her scent, and look into those beautiful hazel eyes was making me feel shaky and manic. Memories of her ran through my mind like an X-rated slideshow: her big, perky, and perfectly round tits that fit in my hands as though they were made to be there; her sculpted legs wrapped hungrily around my waist; and her beautiful face brightened with light freckles that lit up with every smile she threw in my direction. Shit.
                  My legs shook and my chest burned when I returned home an hour later. I stripped from my sweaty clothes as I climbed the stairs and headed for the shower, turning the nozzle all the way to the right. Frigid water was exactly what I needed to quell the burning heat that was blazing within me. I had to push this shit out of my mind. I couldn’t meet her tonight with all of this running through my brain. As I placed my palm on the wall beneath the showerhead and exhaled a deep breath, I started to force myself to relax.
                  I hope she wears something tight.
                  Dammit.
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    When I arrived, I chose a seat at the bar. A table felt too intimate and I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. Even with my back to the door, I still couldn’t resist the urge to turn around and look at it every thirty seconds. I pushed my beer bottle back and forth between my hands on the bar impatiently, stopping to glance down at my large