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felt lucky to have me around? Granted, I’ve never
actually had to pay for the pleasure of their company, but I’ve had
a bit of a dry spell lately with the fairer sex.
    Could be because your standards are too high
and you’re a bit of a dick.
    “All the thanks goes to Tony. I’m sorry to
say offering to escort you home hadn’t even occurred to me until he
suggested it.”
    She nods, accepting my honesty at face value
and not making me regret it. Some women would use such an admission
as an excuse to beat you down and make you apologize. Like you get
no credit since the idea wasn’t yours even if the action was.
    “They seem happy.” She reaches for two mugs
on a shelf over the sink. “What do you think?”
    I’ve let go of the minor jealousy I’d
initially felt a few weeks ago, so I’m able to answer from the
heart. “They’re good together. I’m happy for them.”
    Hearing something in my tone, Katrina turns
off the torch and says, “I take it that wasn’t always the
case?”
    I stare at the candle flame, uncomfortable
admitting my immaturity. “He was my wingman. Hitting bars without
him isn’t as fun. It’s hard, losing your best friend to a
woman.”
    She doesn’t respond, preparing the cocoa in
silence and then approaches with the steaming mugs. “Here.”
    I accept mine gratefully, wrapping my hands
around the heated ceramic. She settles next to me and watches me
out of the corner of her eye. “I don’t really ‘get’ the whole bar
scene. Never have.”
    “Bars are great. Lots of people. Good energy
for the most part. It’s not all about picking up women. Sometimes
it’s just about hanging out with friends.” I take a sip of the
sweet drink and smile. “Besides, it’s not like you’d have trouble
finding a guy.”
    Interestingly enough, despite my previous
comments about how wrong she is for me, I mean it. She’s a pleasant
enough sort. And a guy would have to be blind to miss that killer
body—even if she does wear baggy stuff to hide it.
    “Hmph… What difference does it make anyway?”
The forced intimacy of the candlelight and our circumstances
perhaps has made her bolder than she would normally be. “Guys just
aren’t for me.”
    “Oh…” I say, a light going on inside. “Oh!
So you prefer women? Okay, that’s cool. To each their own and all
that.” I ignore the tiny bit inside that’s disappointed over her
announcement.
    She chuckles softly and pulls her knees up
to her chest. “Ah… no… that didn’t work either.” She takes a sip of
her cocoa and then focuses on a spot on the floor.
    Fascinating… that’s what she is. Throwing
out conversation bombs like that and then clamming up. She’s been
with men and woman. I wonder if she’s ever
been with both at once. I shift slightly in my seat, aware of the
blood rushing to my cock. I bet it’s all some ploy to get me
talking… and it’s working. I can’t see her as a long-term
relationship, but she could be a lot of fun. If I can get her to
relax.
    I move on the couch, turning to get a better
look at her and something pokes me in the kidney. Digging into the
pocket I fish out the sex die.
    “Maybe you needed to try something daring…”
I say while twirling the little bit of plastic in two fingers.
    “Ah… no thanks,” she says, jumping to the
wrong conclusion with my vague statement. “I’ve had sex with
strangers. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”
    “Really? That’s not what I meant. But I
didn’t take you for the type.”
    The flickering flames cast shadows over her
oval face, the dark bangs hanging low over one eye. She appears
lost in thought—or memories she’d rather not discuss. I wonder what
drove her to wild behavior if she didn’t enjoy it.
    “I meant rolling the dice and seeing what
position it lands on. Might make for a funny conversation.”
    She ignores me and takes another drink.
Thunder booms loudly overhead, rumbling through the foundation of
the building. It’s a