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He took a couple of steps backward and glanced around, as if looking for the best escape route.
    "You bolt now," the redhead warned, "and you're walking home." Her voice rose. "And when you get there, guess what? You're gonna find the locks changed, because I've just about had it with this crap!"
    Shaggy gave her a shaky smile. "Heeeey Jen. So what are you doing out here?"
    "Me?" she shrieked. "What am I doing out here? You're kidding, right?"
    "Yeah. I mean no," he stammered. "I thought you were gonna wait for me."
    "You mean in the fucking restaurant?" she yelled. "Where do you think I've been the last hour?"
    "An hour?" Shaggy gave her a nervous look. "Oh c'mon, it hasn't been that long."
    She reached into her big red purse and pulled out a foil-wrapped container. "Still want that romantic dinner?"
    Shaggy took a step backward. "No, I'm good, but uh, thanks."
    Jen laughed. "Oh, you haven't been good for a long time. And you wanna know why? Because of you and your stupid Web site!"
    She dug through the foil container. "You know how many times you've left me sitting alone while you chased some stupid story?" Her hand emerged from the container with – what the hell? Was that a jumbo shrimp?
    Shaggy was still backing away.
    But Jen was moving forward. "And you know how many places?" She raised her arm, and the shrimp went flying.
    Shaggy ducked to the side. "Aw c'mon Jen! Not again!"
    She reached into the container a second time. "At my sister's wedding!" She hurled another shrimp. It hit Shaggy's chest and bounced to the pavement.
    Somewhere nearby, a camera flashed. Shaggy whirled toward it and yelled, "Hey! No pictures! C'mon, dude!"
    But the dude – as Shaggy had called him – wasn't backing down. He took a couple more shots and then studied his phone, as if checking to see what he'd captured. Standing next him was a tall woman in a plain black jacket. She had her phone out, too. She aimed it straight at Shaggy, but I saw no flash. Was she taking video? Probably.
    Funny, I'd been in Shaggy's shoes more times than I could count. For the past five years, I'd starred in thousands of amateur videos. Some were normal – me getting into my car, me eating dinner at some public place, me walking down the damn street, just trying to grab a sub or whatever.
    And then, there were the other shots – me getting a blowjob from some chick in a parking garage, me beating the crap out of two guys who jumped me in some club, me at some urinal, taking a piss, for God's sake. It was the reason that these days, I skipped urinals and went straight for the stalls.
    Sometimes, it felt like every private moment was right out there in the public eye. Some guys got off on that stuff. Not me. Not anymore.
    The way it looked, Shaggy wasn't liking it any more than I had.
    Good.
    I thought of his phone, aimed at Chloe's face while she cried against me. What kind of assholes does that? Maybe I should make him cry. It wouldn't be hard. One quick punch, and he'd be sobbing on the sidewalk like the pussy he was.
    And then, I could take a picture of him – see if that cheered Chloe up.
    Probably lucky for him – and who knows, maybe lucky for me – that his girlfriend had come along when she did.
    From the other side of my car, she was still screaming at him. "At my class reunion! At my uncle's funeral!" She reached into the shrimp container and pulled out a whole fistful. She flung the mess in Shaggy's direction and cursed like a truck-driver when none hit home.
    I glanced around, taking in the crowd. At least they weren't watching Chloe anymore. I looked toward my car, wondering if I could rush Chloe into it and drive off, leaving Shaggy and the redhead to fight it out while the crowd gawked at them instead of us.
    No. I couldn’t. Because like a dumb-ass, I'd already destroyed my headlights, along with the windshield and mirrors. I wouldn't be driving Chloe anywhere, at least not safely.
    Damn it.
    Besides, the argument was winding down. Jen was