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my right fist into his gut.
    “Very
nice,” he says. “Maybe you can box after all.”
    We
dance in circles some more. His tattoo is more visible now. It’s a bald eagle
with a rolled piece of parchment in its over-sized talons. There’s writing on the
document. I can make out two words... “never” and “people.”
    “Milton
Friedman,” he says.
    “Huh?”
    “My tattoo.
You were trying to read it.”
    I fake
with my right and launch a left jab at his face. He blocks it expertly and jabs
my gut with his left.
    Something
is off. I’m not paying attention to his center like I should be. My eyes keep drifting
to his silky hair, his hypnotic blue eyes, his expanding and contracting shoulders,
and his crotch.
    He’s
more muscular than he appears in his pictures. It’s because he’s tall. Tall guys
carry muscle differently. He definitely has a lot of it. Must workout every day.
    He fakes
with his left and throws a right cross at my head. I duck just in time as his glove
grazes my cheek.
    Little
too close there. Damn, have to step up my game. He’s better than I thought.
    “So tell
me more about this hard evidence,” I say.
    “You
need something on a flash drive,” he says. “A self-executing program. All cocked
and ready. Just needs to be inserted into a tight USB port. Once it does,
boom!”
    “Cocked,
huh?”
    “Yeah.
Just put it in. Then the magic happens. All the info automatically thrusts itself
to the world in long powerful strokes, over and over again, causing eruptions everywhere.”
    “What
kind of eruptions?”
    “Multiple
eruptions.”
    I
see his left fist coming at me so I duck. His right uppercut lands on my chin and
I fall backwards a little.
    Fuck, that hurt!
    Now I’m
getting pissed.
    There’s no way this pasty-ass, rich, white boy
is going to beat me at boxing!
    He smiles
at me as we move around again.
    God,
that’s the hottest look I’ve ever seen on a man. His face is contorted into a glare
that is both frightening and sexy at the same time. He’s toying with me and he knows
it.
    I shouldn’t
be enjoying this, but I am. I don’t know if I want to hit him or pull him down
on top of me.
    “Flash
drive, huh?” I say.
    “Makes
you excited thinking about it, doesn’t it? Getting your hands on it, feeling it
in your fingers. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. Maybe even more.”
    This
guy thinks he’s funny. Fine, I’ll play along.
    “How
big is this flash drive?”
    “Long,
thick, and fully engorged with data.”
    Zing!
    Damn
it.
    “ Cuz a lot of guys say they have big flash drives but once
they plug into the USB port they turn out not to be much of anything at all.”
    “Not
this one. This one is unwavering, unbending... a full-on savage assault of
streaming evidence that will brutally jam itself into your USB ports... hard! ... not just the main one but the
one in the back, too.”
    I launch
a combination at him, throwing a series of lefts and rights that usually confuse
my opponent. He easily avoids them, not even trying to hit me. Ha, thinks he can
just let me wear myself out as I stay on the outside.
    As we
dance around again, I keep getting a flash of getting in a clinch with him. Breathing
in his sweat. Licking his neck.
    Focus, Sofia! Focus! You’re here to get info!
    I
need to change topics, get him off this sexual innuendo kick.
    “So,
what did you do this morning?” I say.  ”Anything fun?”
    “Nothing
that two guys in a light blue Buick didn’t see.”
    I make
a left jab that hits air, throwing me off balance. He counters with his own left
but I duck sending my left into his gut. As I come up I fake with my right. He’s
expecting a left from me but I smash a right cross directly into his mouth. He stumbles
back into the ropes.
    He
wipes his mouth with his left forearm and looks down at the blood. Then he
looks up at me and smiles.
    That
felt good. Fucker isn’t going to get the best of me. He gets off the ropes, his
shoulders and chest puffed out. A