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ignoring his question. I’m sure a hetero alpha male like Tyler would shoot his foot off before fucking another guy. It shouldn't bother me what others would think if they knew. Gay marriage may be legal, but here in the Bible Belt most people still condemn homosexual intercourse. Deep down I know the hypocrites are idiots, and that logistically sex with a man and sex with a woman isn't that much different. Maybe my guilt stems from the fact that at the moment I like to fuck multiple people and society says I should pick one person and settle down. Well, the rest of society is missing out on some seriously incredible orgasms. And yes, of course, there's only one woman I want. Unfortunately, she doesn't want me. So, what am I supposed to do? Become a monk and hope Katie will change her mind? As depressing as it is, that may never happen, so for now I'm gonna keep fucking  Lacy and Chad, the two people I care the most about in my life, and say to hell with all the guilt and embarrassment. So what if I liked fucking a man? That doesn't change who I am or anything else about me.
    Oh my God. I just fucked a man. For the second time in my life. There’s no gray, in-between area about my dick in his ass, either. 
    "We found your witness” Tyler responds, snapping me out of my panicking conscience. “Jarrett had an officer head to the address we tracked her to with another copy of her subpoena and he served it on her again. She'll be there or the judge will be able to put an order for arrest out on her."
    "Great. Thanks, Ty. Seriously, I owe you."
    "Yeah, and I'm going to hold you to it one of these days." He laughs then hangs up.
    I head for the kitchen, away from Chad, to clear my head and get a glass of water while I call Katie. My dick is finally satisfied with its two orgasms, even if it feels like I sacrificed my soul for them. Evil swinging bastard. It's easier just to blame him than take responsibility for my decisions.
    In my contact list, I pull up Katie Kat and hit send. I gave her the nickname because she's so damn feisty, like a kitten. What do I do the night I finally manage to wrangle her phone number from her? Come home and fuck a man.
    "Joe?" Katie answers, the hopefulness in her voice making my chest swell.
    "She's been served in person with another subpoena by a GPD officer. She'll be there tomorrow morning, or you can ask the judge for the order to hold her in contempt and drag her ass in."
    I hear her sigh over the line before she says, "Thank God." Then there’s some sort of high pitched squealing in the background, causing me to pull the phone away from my ear.
    "What the hell was that?" I ask her.
    "Ah, nothing. I've got to go. Thanks for your help, Joe. I really appreciate it," she says, then disconnects the line.
    I smile to myself because this is definitely a step forward. The only problem is that two steps backwards is still in my bed. When I return to my room the bed’s actually empty. Then I hear the shower in the master bathroom running. What the hell, I need another one, too.
    Not only do I have a massive garden tub, but the shower is a huge glass cube with a showerhead on each end and a bench down the middle. Combined with the double sinks, it was clear this bathroom was built for a married couple so they could each have their own space.
    When I pull open the glass door and step inside, Chad does a double take over his shoulder, pausing in mid-scrub of his chest. Usually the only time I shower at the same time as him is when I want a blowjob.
    "What?" I ask when I turn on my own faucet. Even though my back's to him I can still feel his stare.         
    "Nothing."
    After I turn around, he asks, "Was Tyler calling you about one of your cases?"
    "Nope. One of Katie's," I reply, unable to prevent my smile.
    "Katie's case?" he repeats with a chuckle. "You two finally manage to have a conversation more than the usual, fuck off you cocky bastard ?" 
    "We did."
    "So that's why you're in such