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did he feel you up?”
    “ No!”
    “ Really? I would’ve given my right nut to feel up a chick when I was that age. I didn’t get my hands on a set of naked tits until I was sixteen.”
    “ Seriously?”
    “ Truth.” I make a fist and tap over my heart twice.
    “ Wow. Well, I guess you’ve made up for that, haven’t you?”
    “ Yeah. Probably more than I needed to.”
    She pushes my shoulder, and I lie back down on the floor so she can finish rubbing the stupid dick off.
    “ So do they call you Buck because you walk around naked all the time?” she asks.
    “ Nope. I had bad teeth as a kid.”
    “ Oh. That’s mean.”
    “ Kids are assholes. The nickname stuck, and after a while I didn’t care anymore. My teeth are perfect now, but none of the ones in the front are real.”
    “ What happened?”
    “ I got a puck in the face playing street hockey.”
    She sucks in a breath. “That must have hurt.”
    “ Lots of things hurt. They were gonna put braces on me, but then they didn’t have to. I got these titanium implants, instead. They give you good drugs when they put those fuckers in. Anyway the accident fixed my teeth in the end, so I guess the pain was worth it.”
    “ That’s a lot of pain for a nice smile. I hope you wear a cage now.” She wipes my forehead one last time. “Okay. It looks like you’re dick free.”
    I sit up. “Thanks for taking care of that.”
    “ No problem.”
    I stand and extend a hand to help her up.
    “ You’re a lot different than I thought you’d be.”
    “ Is that good or bad?”
    She smiles. “It’s good. You’re nice.”
    Lance yells for me to come outside. When Poppy doesn’t make a move to follow me, I pause. “Aren’t you coming?”
    “ I need to use the bathroom, wash all this stuff off my hands. I smell like a fruit salad.”
    “ Okay. See you in a few.” I grab the shake Natasha made, the bag of rice with my phone, and the charger and go outside, where Lance and Randy are already in the pool. I plug in the phone near the barbeque, check to see if it’s working—it isn’t—and down my shake.
    Lance looks like he’s having trouble keeping up. Randy seems to be doing okay, though. I jump in, dunking my head and rubbing my hands over my face to wash off the residual hand sanitizer and the artificial-fruit smell.
    “ Took you long enough,” Lance says through heavy breaths.
    “ No thanks to you, dickface.”
    “ Shut up, both of you.” Natasha blows her whistle. I hate that thing. “Miller, suicides in the shallow end. I want twenty.”
    Lance grins and gives me a thumbs up.
    Natasha points to him. “You too, Lance Romance.”
    At least I’m not alone in hell this morning.

CHAPTER THREE
    ALL THE HONEYS IN THE HOUSE
     
    After half an hour, I notice that Poppy, the girl who rubbed the dick off my forehead, hasn’t come outside. Maybe she went back to sleep. I don’t have time to ask questions; Natasha is on a rampage. She’s definitely annoyed with Lance, who’s the least motivated of the three of us.
    He keeps getting distracted by Flash Beaver, the chick he boned last night. He must have had a few bikinis lying around his house, because she’s dressed in a tiny white one that barely covers anything. Dick Yeller is wearing a pink bra and yellow panties. I try not to look at either of them and stay focused on the exercises.
    Plyometric workouts are intense on dry land, in water and hungover, they’re pretty much torture. We’re on round three of cardio break when the doorbell rings.
    I look to Lance, who’s sitting on the edge of the pool, not doing what he’s supposed to. “Who’s that?”
    “ I invited a few people over.” He nudges Flash Beaver and asks her to let whoever it is in.
    Lance doesn’t invite “a few” people over. It’s not how he works unless it’s to get his fuck on with some bunny, like last night. That these girls are even still here is surprising. Usually he calls them a cab first thing in the morning