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would offer safety? Dull and boring would be more like it. I could always sit in a few church services. There are people there. They interact. More than likely humans didn't get eaten during mass.
    Reaching my destination, I glanced at my table in stunned silence. Yeah, it was occupied. That wasn't a shocker considering the size of this crowd. However, the person there had my mouth falling open once more.
    Meat sat there, tapping his fingers. Pure black leather from jacket to pants replaced his street clothes, very similar to his first outfit of the evening. The painted-on material accented his bulges and wide expanse of a chest. His collar-length, nearly-black hair didn't quite fit the persona, but I'm sure the half sex-crazed women left in the club at this time of night wouldn't mind.
    I looked down at his leather boots and shook my head. Who knew the biker look turned up women's temperatures and opened their wallets? Sort of like Harley hog man meets Navy Seal.
    "Is this seat taken?" I gestured at my original chair. Goodness knows he wouldn't be waiting for my return.
    He shook his head.
    I plopped down, relieved to get off my feet after the dangerous trek. Looking up to the bare stage, I chewed my bottom lip. Why was Meat back? Maybe he'd just found the table empty and wanted to rest a bit? Maybe he waited to meet one of the women he danced for earlier, fulfilling a night of carnal activities? Maybe he'd decided to strangle me after all? Or, maybe he had decided the bus-pulling monk clan he'd escaped from hired me to be a spy, on the lookout for him in their endeavors to return him to their midst.
    We both sat mute, glancing around the room, and absorbing the pounding beat of music. After a couple of minutes, I became uncomfortable with the awkward muteness between us. He sure knew how to work that silent treatment. "Ummm. Whatcha doing?" Oh, now that was original. Maybe I needed to go to the library after all and find a book on interviewing research subjects.
    His attention returned to me. "Getting ready to take the next set. Seems Fabio twisted his knee. So, I'm going to take his spot."
    "Oh, how… unfortunate for him."
    Well, what was I to say? Oops, I believe that is my fault. You see, we were discussing how Mr Duck Dick wants to stake himself to avoid being in my lackwit presence…
    "So, you're just hanging out until it's time?" I rested my chin on my palms.
    He turned to me, sporting a half grin. "You got any money?"
    "What?" I asked, caught off guard by the question out of nowhere. "Don't they pay you?"
    Did someone backstage grab all the money out of their undies? Or maybe a large laundry basket sat just offstage so as each man walked by and pulled their thong off, tossing the bills right in? Did they not get to keep their 'tips'? Surely, they paid the monks to pull those buses around? Although, do monks get paid? On salary? Paid by each religious ceremony they attend? Do monks get a tax exemption?
    "Monks get paid right?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I wished them back.
    His dark eyes peered into mine. A moment of emptiness passed before he chuckled quietly. "You have a monk fetish?"
    "I… I…" My face heated as I stammered badly.
    "I've seen some crazy stuff in my time. Never seen anyone with a monk fetish." He grinned wickedly. "What does this entail? You like your man to dress in robes with nothing underneath?"
    Choking, I managed to squeak out a pitiful, "What?"
    "I know. You're the altar they worship at. Statue of Venus." He leaned forward, pointy fingers making a steeple that he settled under his chin. "Their worship turns you on." Those eyes sparked with mischief.
    I thumped myself in the chest, finally able to quit coughing. "No. That… no." Just great . Mr Meat now thinks I'm loonier than any loon he's seen before. My self-esteem quickly tanked to the basement.
    Darn it. I'm a scientist, a researcher. I'm supposed to be intelligent and learned.
    He stood, grinning widely down at me. "You got