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didn’t think it was possible. I had no intention of roping her down to a long distance relationship. She wanted it. She might have begged a little, but I knew she had an on again off again boyfriend in the wings. I also knew I could never fully give her the attention she deserved, and I didn’t want to distract her from her own collegiate experience. That, in and of itself, had been my get-out-of-jail-free card. I wasn’t a fan of living with the folks, and I knew I didn’t want to wash dishes or do backbreaking labor for the rest of my life. I knew, at least for me, college would pave the way for a nice life, and I wanted one as far away from my parents as possible.
    But now that I’m older, I see things a bit differently. My father was the one to cut me out. And, as disorganized as she might be, I still want my mother in my life. As for Kennedy, I wanted her to have that right as well, college, a good life, a career she’d be happy with. I did manage to keep tabs on her, though. I had Warren, my defunct dropout, rapist (come to find out), of a cousin keep an eye on her. I had given him strict orders to report back to me in the event an engagement should pop up on the horizon. I’d hate to have to go through the trouble of untangling her from wedlock. Divorces are both pricey and ugly in nature. I should know, I have an entire slew of them under my belt. Not personally. As a part of my general practice I’ve dabbled in every sewer just enough to familiarize myself with the stench. The cesspool of divorce happens to hold a particularly rancid odor that I hope to never immerse myself in personally.
    But Kennedy isn’t getting married. In fact, she just broke it off for good with Keith Stearns according to the dimwit I employed to keep an eye on her. Nope. She is free as a sparrow, and now that my own life imploded to the point I needed a new nest to dwell in, Lake Loveless seemed like the right answer. It’s funny how Loveless always takes me under its wing when I need it most, and just this past summer, I needed it most. But, in truth, it’s Kennedy I need most. She’s mine. I’ve simply come back for her.
    “Kennedy?” I glance up to find her beautiful lips twisting with discomfort. Her hair shines like a shock of midnight against her pale neck—her lips a bright carnation pink without a touch of lipstick. My mom used to say that people from Loveless were mountain grown, cleaner, leaner, less inclined to carry the cynicism the rest of the world had on their shoulders. I’d like to think that were true about Kennedy, but, even if it weren’t, I’m still convinced she’s the perfect woman. “What exactly is it that I’m looking for?”
    “My name is on the register.”
    “Probably a mix up.” I’m quick to assure her. “Kennedy Slade?” I ask while scrolling through the name directory. “One thing that these amateur porn kings and queens do appreciate is notoriety. Using their real names is actually important to the perverse at heart. You have to figure there are thousands of people who share your name. Seven billion people on the planet, there’s bound to be someone just like you, same spelling, sometimes same face. I wouldn’t worry about sharing your moniker with a few exhibitionists. I bet if I look long enough, I’ll find a few fools with my own name lusting and thrusting.” I hum as I find Kennedy Slade written out in small block font, all business, and click on the link. “Shit,” I hiss under my breath unintentionally. I’m sure she was hoping for a far less visceral reaction.
    There she is, her perfect, undeniably beautiful face. Next to her toothy grin lies the promise of Pussy for Hours! Along with Deep Throat Debutant , Sorority Sister Screams , Cum All Ye Faithful (Holiday Special!), Dildo Dreaming, Rough and Rowdy Anal. I shut the laptop in fear of reciting this list in my sleep, or worse, in fear of getting a hard-on while perusing the offerings.
    “Did you find the fool with