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around, pushing him up against
the wall.
    I reach under his shirt and begin undoing his
pants as I sink to my knees.
    My own pussy is alive with excitement,
although she's confused. She's still seeing and hearing Damien
Cage. Maybe if I close my eyes I can trick her.
    Jared's pants are down and his cock pops
out.
    Six inches, curved a little. Nothing to write
home about. But nice and hard. My gush kicks back up as his tip
brushes past my cheek.
    I take him into my mouth and suck.
    "Annika!" he says. "Oh, Annika! I knew you'd
come back to me."
    This isn't right. This guy had feelings for
me that I couldn't return. I really shouldn't be doing this. I'm a
very bad human being right now.
    But I really really really need to get
fucked!
    I suck for about a minute. Jared moans. What
can I say? I'm pretty good at cocksucking.
    I reach into my purse and pull out a condom.
Expertly, I get it on him. I stand up, pulling my panties down, and
press myself into him. I spin him around so I'm the one up against
the wall. We kiss some more as I get into position.
    "Oh Annika!" he says. "I've been dreaming
about this."
    My river begins to ebb.
    Shut the fuck up, Jared! You're ruining this!
Just fuck me!
    I feel him enter me. That kicks me back up
again. I pull his face back into mine and shut my eyes.
    As Jared fucks me, I reach up to his
shoulders. Not bad, but I imagine they are the striated muscles of
Damien Cage, that tattoo stretching and bulging as he pounds
me.
    "I love you, Annika," says Jared.
    All stop.
    My eyes open.
    Jared keeps pumping but I'm frozen. Can't
move. No sensation.
    He notices.
    "What?" he says.
    I just stand there staring up at him. His
good-looking face looks like a lost puppy dog. He's still moving
inside me, but more slowly.
    "Stop," I say.
    "Stop?" he says.
    "Yes, stop!"
    I push him back off me. I reach down and pull
up my panties. I pick up my purse.
    "Pull up your pants," I say. "I'm sorry. I
gotta go. This was a mistake."
    He gives me a confused look, then takes the
condom off, and pulls up his pants. I move toward the door.
    "Annika, don't go!" he says. "I'm sorry. I
didn't mean to say that. It just blurted out. I–"
    "No, Jared," I say, "I'm the one who's sorry.
This isn't fair to you. I shouldn't have come here. I'm a terrible
person."
    "I don't get it."
    "I'm... it's... complicated."
    "Well, whatever it is I'll help you through
it. I want to help. I care about you."
    God, what's wrong with me? Jared is a great
guy. He's tall, smart, and good-looking. And nice.
    Nice.
    That's his problem. He's too nice.
    That makes no sense. I should like nice.
What's wrong with nice? Why do nice guys bore me and bad guys light
my fire?
    "Jared," I say, "I do care about you. Which
is why I said stop. Because I can't be the person you want me to
be, and..."
    "And what?"
    "I don't know. I just can't explain it. I'm
sorry. I never should have come here today."
    I walk out of the room, heading for the
alternate exit. For a tenth of a second, I think about finding the
smarmy sales guy who smiled at me. But no, that would be beyond
evil.
    "Annika!" Jared says.
    "Jared, I'm really sorry," I say.
    The door slams behind me and I head to the
elevators.
    God, I can be a real bitch sometimes.
     

Chapter 5
     
    Traffic violation ticket on the seat next to
me, I turn right down the tree-lined middle-class street on which
I've lived my entire life in Coral Gables. It's lined with low tiny
square houses.
    Sky is getting dark. A flash of white here
and there. Afternoon T-storms rolling in.
    I look at my dashboard clock. 4:50. My mom
doesn't get home until five-thirty which gives me a little time to
get myself off with my new electric blue cock.
    Oh shit!
    My mom's car is in our driveway!
    Shit fuck shit!
    She must have gotten off work early.
    Seems like the entire planet is conspiring to
keep me from getting off today.
    "Grrrrrrrrrrrr!" I shout and bang my steering
wheel.
    I pull into the driveway and consider
options.
    I work part-time at