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at the two of them, “I can find you some very similar items for a fraction of the price.”
     
    “No!” exclaimed Sophie, “No fucking way! God, do you speak English? It has to be Vinny's Bikes. I don't want any of this other shit.”
    Erica, the redhead, looked embarrassed at her friend's hysteria. She gave the alarmed cashier an apologetic look.
    “It's really important to Sophie to invest in quality goods. She's really into this bike stuff and she has her heart set on Vinny's Bikes,” she said gently. Her face suddenly became more stern, “I'm sure we won't have to talk to your manager about this if you just go in the back and find us the goods.” The assistant nodded eagerly, obviously taking the hint. The way they talked to him made me so angry, but I knew that I would be an idiot to interrupt.
    “Sure, sure of course. I'm so sorry ladies, I didn't know. I'll get those boxes out here for you right away,” he said, before disappearing into the back room.
     
    As soon as he was gone the two girls exchanged glances and burst into peels of cruel laughter. “Oh my god, did you see that!” exclaimed the redhead, “What a loser!”
    The blonde put a stupid expression on her face in a ridiculous imitation of the guy.
     
    “I'll get those boxes right away! Pathetic. Ugh,” I must have been glaring at her because suddenly she caught my eye and scowled, “What are you looking at?”
    Shit. My face was too damn expressive.
     
    “Oh me? Nothing,” I said, putting the dice back into place. I wasn't done yet though. I moved towards them and I could see them tensing up as if we were going to throw down, “You just seem to be really into motorcycles. I was thinking of getting one and I could use some advice.”
     
    Lies, lies, lies. The last thing that I ever wanted was one of those stupid death machines, especially now that I associated them with Vince.
    The two girls dropped their aggressive stance and looked at each other again, before bursting into yet another fit of giggles. God, they did that a lot. I barely knew them and yet I already hated them. Even so, I made sure to laugh alone politely.
    “Sophie's not into motorcycles,” laughed Erica, nudging her friend, “Sophie's into guys on motorcycles.”
    “Really?” I asked, looking at her.
     
    “Yeah, my boyfriend has lots of them,” she said proudly, “In fact, my boyfriend owns Vinny's Bikes. You know Vinny? That's him.”
    Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. She couldn't be serious, could she? Of course she could. Vince seemed like the type to be into bimbos. I was just a convenient little side piece for him to play with before he went home to his girlfriend. How could I have been such an idiot? One night stands were one thing but sleeping with another woman's boyfriend was not my thing. I suddenly felt dirty and disgusting. This girl would be so upset if she knew what her boyfriend and I had done.
     
    I played it as cool as I could though I felt like I was going to pass out.
     
    “Oh wow, that's great. Really nice to meet you girls, I'll see you around,” I babbled and ran right out of the store. I really was an idiot.
     
     
    Vince
     
    Sophie. That was her name.
     
    I wouldn't have remembered myself, but my best friend Brett, who co-owned the bike business with me did. He remembered her all right.
    All I remembered was her tight skirt and the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear. We'd met at the club, danced a little and had sloppy sex in the bathroom. I was drunk and she was sober but getting her to suck my dick took virtually no convincing. Fuck I probably didn't even kiss her. She had a pretty face and a nice body but shit, her laugh hurt my head worse than getting run over would later that week. Her blow jobs were also very toothy, and not in a good way. Sophie was the kind of girl who was perfect for a quick fuck and then no contact ever. At least, that was what I had thought.
    Of course when you slept around like I did you would come across