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asked her, she would have shown it to me, but that wasn’t really my style.
    She could tell I was checking her out and smiled, enjoying the attention. If I weren’t dating Karen, she would have been an attractive alternative at least physically. I found her very sexy in a slinky Catwoman sort of way.
    “You wanna’ go somewhere and screw, tough guy?” she cooed playfully.
    “You’ve got me all wrong, ma’am. I’m sweet and innocent.”
    “If you’re innocent, then I’m the virgin mother.”
    “The only thing virgin on you is maybe an ear.”
    She slapped my shoulder. “Not even.”
    “Ah, a three input woman.”
    She smiled and arched her eyebrows, letting me know she was indeed open to many things.
    “You surprised me tonight,” she said.
    “What, the football player?” I deepened my voice, doing my best superhero imitation. “When you’ve been in mortal combat, citizen, drunk frat boys are hardly a challenge.”
    “Was that combat in the poon-tang valley?”
    She was quick, I’ll give her that much.
    “Down on my knees in the hot–sweaty–bush.”
    She put her hand on my chest and began rubbing it. “Ooh, I get so hot when you talk like that, Ronan.”
    Despite the fact we were only kidding around, her touch was turning me on. I’d have to be either gay or completely oblivious for it not to. Karen came out of the club grinning. She had changed into a black short skirt, a green silk blouse, and flat shoes. The cold also made her nipples stand hard against her blouse. Karen definitely had a lot more up top than the little redhead.
    “I turn my back for one minute, and you try to move in on my lover,” she said with a laugh.
    “Just harmless flirting,” I replied.
    “I meant her.” She grabbed Cassie by the waist and pulled her away from me. “You want her, don’t you, Ronan?”
    Cassie licked her lips and winked, exaggerating the movements for comic effect.
    “I’ve always had a thing for redheads,” I admitted, which was the truth. It was something I couldn’t explain. Some men prefer blondes and some brunettes. I was weak for gingers.
    The girls looked at each other, then back to me.
    “You know her carpet matches her drapes,” Karen offered.
    “And how would you know?” I asked.
    They turned and looked deeply into each other’s eyes, playing right into my lipstick lesbian sandwich fantasy. They didn’t even have to ask if I had one because every guy does whether they own up to it or not.
    “Sorry to disappoint you, but we go to the same health club,” Cassie said.
    “Yeah, but that means she looked,” I replied.
    “You don’t look at other men in the shower?” Karen asked.
    “Yeah, you know, just to make comparisons,” Cassie added.
    “Afraid not. I might get an inferiority complex if I did.”
    “Liar,” they said in chorus.
    “Okay, kids,” Cassie said. “I hate to cut this session short, but this girl has got to get some rest I’ve got a long day coming tomorrow.”
    She and Karen exchanged a little hug and kiss. As Cassie walked away, she slapped me on the butt. The girls giggled, and I might have turned a little red.
    “Take care of that handsome blonde-haired man, Karen,” Cassie said. “Or I might just have to steal him.”
    I snuck a quick glance at her that Karen didn’t miss.
    “You want her so bad.”
    “Nah, I’ve got all I can handle right here,” I replied.
    She liked that and put her hand on my ass and squeezed. “I can see, though, why she couldn’t resist.”
    We crossed the street to the gas company building, where our vehicles were parked along the canal running along the Industrial Canyon. She grabbed my hand and held it tight.
    “Stick close, Superman.”
    “Always, Lois.”
    She called me Superman, and I liked it, even if I pictured myself more as a Batman type. When we got to her car, a late model yellow-jacket-colored convertible Mustang, she pulled me close and kissed me hard on the lips.
    “Thanks again for