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exhausted to be angry.
    “Yeah, Jake actually colored the dick in this time, too.”
    “Fuck,” I moaned as I rolled over. “You guys suck.”
    “Hey, Teague Jefferson showed up and wanted to shave your eyebrows off. I didn’t let him.”
    “You’ re a real friend, Ryan,” I said dryly as I pushed myself up and headed to the bathroom.
    “I know. I know.” He laughed.
    After a hot shower where I scrubbed my face repeatedly, the permanent marker remained, even though I was sure I’d scrubbed off all seven layers of skin. As I stared at the black penis with testicles that covered my forehead in the mirror, I cursed my friends and swore revenge. When I emerged from the bathroom, big black dick and I give great head still clear as day on my face, Ryan took pity and looked up how to remove permanent marker from skin on the internet. Unfortunately it would involve a trip to the drug store and Ryan’s pity only went so far as he refused to go for me.
    Dick.
    There was a CVS around the corner from my apartment so I pulled a ball cap on, which didn’t cover the I give great head that was written across my cheek, but at least it hid the big cock on my forehead. No one really seemed to be paying attention to me as I quickly scanned the aisles for baby oil to remove the marker. Just as I picked up a bottle, I caught someone looking at me through my peripheral vision.
    Shit! Sophia!
    We stared at each other for a moment before her lips began curving into a smile. “I see you passed out before your friends.” She didn’t laugh, but her lips pressed together as if she wanted to. She was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans with holes all over and a white tank top with a black bra underneath. My mouth went dry at the sight of her.
    “Yeah, they got me good.” I sort of chuckled tearing my gaze away. Shit like this happened all the time, but standing in front of her with I give great head written on my cheek made me feel like even more of an ass. “I’m going to try the baby oil to get it off. Bastards used permanent marker.”
    “Mmm ,” she mumbled as she took the baby oil from my hand and placed it back on the shelf. “I can help you. Come with me.” She crooked her finger indicating she wanted me to follow her.
    I did as she said, followed her silently. I had no idea what to say, but she went to the counter to pay for her items and when she finished she looped the plastic bag handle over her arm and took my hand, leading me to the back of the store. The one-stall bathroom in the back was a unisex and we went right in.
    “Stand there.” She pointed by the sink as she fumbled through her shopping bag an d pulled out a bottle of fingernail polish remover. “I did swim team in the summers and we’d always write our sets on our backs and hands in permanent marker so it wouldn’t wash off in the pool. This stuff always worked.” She ripped off a paper towel and poured some of the potent-smelling liquid on it. “Take your hat off.” I did so hesitantly and when I did, she burst out laughing. “Your friends showed no mercy.”
    I’m not sure I’ve ever felt more pathetic in front of a woman. Three times in a row I managed to make myself look like an idiot in front of her. Would it ever stop? “Yeah, well this is partially your fault ,” I grumbled as she began wiping my cheek. Her body was almost pressed to mine and I fought the urge to reach out and put my hands on her small hips. She smelled like baby powder, soft and fresh.
    “ My fault?” she questioned.
    “You kept avoiding me at the bar last night and I kept ordering beers hoping you’d come over and you wouldn’t, so I got shitfaced. If you would’ve come and talked to me we wouldn’t be standing here while you scrub dick off my face.”
    She grinned. “Maybe you’re looking at it wrong. Maybe if I hadn’t ignored you we wouldn’t be together right now. Alone. The dick on your face tempted fate in your favor.”
    “Such an optimist ,” I said