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shower and think of O, and oh what a time I have had with that man. I found out his band is playing tonight, I am hoping we can have a fun night in the sack. We hooked up a couple of weeks ago and he could melt my pants off.
    He is a gorgeous  green eyed man with shoulder length dirty blond hair and tat's all over. He is a rocker and I love it. His voice is to die for, I could listen to that for the rest of my life. We hit it off right away when we meet and I brought him home with me. And shit, can he fuck!
    I don't do relationships, so when he asked for my number, I told him I would see him around. I don't mean to be a bitch, but my track record hasn't been great. I am not ready to get in any kind of relationship, other than being fuck buddies. I am hoping he is in for a roll in the sack tonight, because I can really use it.
    I get out of the shower and pick out one of my sluttier outfits for tonight. I am hoping O won't be able to resist me. I get dressed, then go do my hair and make-up. I look at myself in t he mirror, "Damn, girl....you look fucking HOT!" I laugh at myself. I grab my phone and purse, then walk out the door, making sure it's locked behind me.
    I light a cigarette, as I walk across the street to Anne's house. I walk up her porch and knock on the door. She walks up and opens it, not looking ready.
    "Hey, I will wait for you out here."
    "Okay, I'm almost ready."
    I yell at her, "Dress slutty, bitch."
    I hear her laughing on her way to her bedroom. I sit in one of the wicker chairs she has on her porch and look around the neighborhood. I freeze when I see that same car down the street. Again, someone is in the driver seat. They start the car and make a u-turn and drive the opposite direction from me.
    Maybe they live down there, but why is there someone in the car every time I see it. I have a bad feeling that it's Ben. I will have to call Detective Ryan and let him know I saw the car again. I get a warm feeling, when I think of him. Damn, I have tried to not think much of Trevan and those eyes. I shake myself to forget about all of this for tonight, if only for my own sanity.

    We pull up to the bar and the three of us get out. Thank god, it's not far from home. We open the door and get blasted with the music playing inside. My stomach does a flip, as I recognize the person singing, O.
    The girls go off to find a table close to the stage and dance floor, I go to the bar to get us drinks. I tell the bartender what I want and look around. I hope that Wyatt shows up tonight, Anne and him need to talk. I don't see him anywhere, so I grab our drinks and head to our table.
    I sit facing the stage and look right at him. Our eyes lock, those beautiful green eyes that dance when he is singing. I see a smile cross his face when he looks at me and it warms me. Those eyes, those lips and his voice make me melt, hell it makes me wet for that matter. I'm hoping that look means I am getting lucky tonight.
    I look away and pass out our drinks, I see Anne smiling at me out of the corner of my eye. Damn, I was hoping nobody noticed that exchange. We sit and listen to the music in silence for awhile. 
    The waitress drops off more drinks and I look around, again. I see Wyatt walking and smile at him. Damn, he looks like shit. The poor guy has it bad for my Anne, she needs to fix this. He starts to walk over to us, but stops at the bar for a beer. Anne has her back to him and he pulls up a chair and sits behind her. I can tell she knows it's him because she stiffens in her seat. I look over at Lynette and she is grinning like a school girl.
    I get up and grab Lynette to go to the bathroom. I figure they need a moment alone. Once the door closes behind us, Lynette turns to me.
    "I hope they talk this out."
    "Yeah, me too. He looks miserable and I know she feels the same for him."
    "How are you holding up?"
    "I'm good, hoping to get lucky tonight. Damn that man looks good and his voice makes me melt."
    She laughs at me and we walk