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subject collecting information and waiting to see if
you’re going to implicate yourself or not. He did this one time when he thought
I was lying when I said I didn’t feel well and cancelled on a date. He had
actually stopped by my apartment to bring me some hot soup and when I didn’t
answer the door he thought I was out with friends or something. Instead of just
coming out and asking why I didn’t answer my door he goes on this investigation
that takes a half hour before he finally lets me know what the hell he is
trying to ask me. We had been going out steadily for maybe two months at the
time and I just about put an end to our budding relationship. But I let it
slide because he has to think that way for his job and thinking like a cop is
what keeps him alive; plus he wants to be a detective one day so he’s always
going to have this mind set. After that he hasn’t done it again except for a
little today and he’d better not bring it up tonight or he’s going to get an
ear full.
    I sit for a few more minutes at Starbucks before getting
a refill and heading back home. I have to bang out my story and turn in the
first draft to the ‘In The Cage’ editors tonight before I go on my date. Thanks
to my brother’s handiwork my little second page story on the website is going
to make headlines at the sites print edition. The magazine has about 100,000 in
readership so even though it’s not big, for a lowly website writer like me this
is huge. Plus I get paid a hell of a lot more. I get paid .05 cent a word for
everything I write for Inthecage.com, but for their print magazine I get
thirty-five cents a word. For the story on the Crusher’s death they’re paying
me to write 1,500 words. There are actually two stories here. The first about
the Crusher’s death and the second would be about the Soul Eaters and their
practice of awarding full membership only to those who kill for the club as my
brother apparently did. I’m just not sure I want to open that can of worms for
a few hundred dollars. I could probably get several stories out of this if I
was willing to contact my brother and get the inside scoop about life in an
outlaw motorcycle club. I know the website and the magazine are all about
martial arts and cage fighting, but many of our readers are motorcycle
enthusiasts, and some are probably in various clubs and gangs. I’m not sure I
want my name being known by outlaw biker clubs, even if they do like my
writing.
    I’m not a real fast writer so it takes me forever to get
my story finished and sent off to the editors. Then I have to hurry extra fast
to get ready for my date. Marc will be there at…well he’s supposed to pick me
up at 7:45, but being that he’s a cop he’s uber punctual so he’ll probably be
knocking on my door by 7:20. That gives me less than an hour to get ready.
    I charge into the bathroom, turn on the shower and start
stripping off my clothes. On the bed is my outfit. Tonight I’m keeping it
simple; black skinny jeans that ride low on the hips, and a crop top to show
that I actually do have abs. The neck scoops low enough to show that I do have
more than mosquito bumps in the all-important chest department. I decided to go
with a ‘damn you look good’ outfit rather than one of my ‘I may look easy but
I’m not’ get ups. Marc is an attentive lover and is blessed with a more than
average tool and staying power to match so I’m pretty happy with our intimate
life but I’m just not in the mood tonight. There’s just too much crap going on
between my ears lately to make me want to have anything going on between my
legs.
    The second I see steam developing in the bathroom I
charge into the steam of hot water. I have to at least get out of the shower
before he gets here or I may end up having a lot going on between my legs after
all. Soon as I’m done with my business I get out and do a minimal amount of
drying before I slip on my bathrobe. At least I’ll have this much on when