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me. Her strength, her determination, it was all
paying off. Day by day she got smaller. Day by day I noticed small
changes in her physical appearance and I learned to love her
curves. I saw the strength and power that was behind her size. Most
importantly, I saw glimpses of the woman who was inside.
    These were all things I never cared to know
about a woman. In the past it was all about three things. What did
her face look like? What did her body look like? And how was she in
bed? If she passed the first two then I gave her a shot on my dick.
If she was good in bed, I might be calling her for a second or
third round. If she was really good, like fucking amazing, then she
got a regular weekly spot.
    None of that shit matters anymore.
    Let's get to why I'm stalking her from a
distance today. It's because of the douche bag in lane two. The
prick may not know it yet, and that's probably because his lazy ass
never swims in the morning, but lane two is my lane. It's been my
lane for the past year. I get that lane so I can swim next to her,
but because of a frantic phone call from my mother this morning I
showed up at the health club ten minutes late and my lane was gone,
and now I'm forced to watch her from behind the towels like a damn
predator.
    I'm going to fucking kill the bastard in my
lane.
    This may be a good time to tell you that the
man occupying lane two is Chris, my doctor and closest friend. The
asshole who basically told me to start swimming in the first place,
and swimming brought on my fascination with Maria, and that
fascination turned into an obsession, forever changing my life,
routine, and who I fantasize about during sex.
    So as you can see I have more than one reason
to kill him.
    I'm thinking all of this over when the
asshole looks up from the water and spots me. I guess I'm not
completely hidden by the towel rack like I thought. I can scratch
being a detective off my list because I suck at hiding.
    When I don't immediately walk over to him he
smirks at me funny and then pulls himself out of the pool. He
stands in front of her lane and when she swims over to the
edge, she stands up to talk to him.
    They know each other? How do they know each
other?
    They talk briefly and then he continues to
walk toward me as she begins to swim again.
    "How's it going, T?"
    Oh yeah, a few of my very close friends call
me T. You might want to write that down for future reference.
    "Not bad," I reply, glancing at the clock.
"What are you doing here at this time of the day? Shouldn't you be
cutting into people’s arteries?"
    "I don't cut into arteries, I'm not a
butcher. I had to give someone a lift today. Her car broke
down."
    My eyes immediately dart to my girl in lane
one. That's right, my girl. He can't fucking have her.
    "I didn't know you were fucking around on
Molly. What? Is the passion gone ever since you two had a kid?"
    "You dick. I would never cheat on my wife.
The desire is still there... and we had our daughter almost four
years ago. You would know how old she was if you came to any of the
parties Molly invites you to."
    "I don't do parties when there are kids
around. I prefer catching up with you at our weekly golf
games."
    "Well, you better be there Saturday. It's
Alyssa's fourth birthday and you have to be there this time. You
missed her party last year."
    I laugh at him. "It's not like she's my
fucking kid. What am I going to do at a child's birthday party? I
love your daughter, that's why I sent her a huge check on her
birthday last year."
    "You need to be there Saturday because you're
her fucking godfather. Molly is starting to think we should pick
someone else. You know, change it up because she thinks we made a
mistake with you, but you were the one at her baptism and you need
to step up as far as godparents go. Kim will be there."
    "Fuck Kim," I mumble, dragging my hand
through my hair. I glance over at lane one to make sure Maria's
still swimming. When I spot her I focus my attention back on Chris.
"Maybe