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“I love that cock of yours,” Alex purrs, smiling. I think I've met my match. My sex match.

  “Yeah? Well, I’m not done with you, so don’t get too comfy.” I chuckle and give her a squeeze. Yeah, I want to go again, but I need a few minutes to collect my bearings.

  I roll to my side and look Alex over. She’s so adorable in my arms. Her skin is shimmering from a light coating of sweat, her light pink hair sticks to her forehead, and her makeup is gone. I must have kissed it right off her face.

  “Whew! I can go again; just give me a few to catch my breath,” Alex murmurs, slipping her hands through my sweaty hair.

  “You are a maniac, Alex. So glad I came by,” I chuckle into her neck. And boy am I. Fucking Alex is everything I could ever dream it could be. “You’re a sex maniac,” I add to be sure she knows how much I dig fucking her.

  “You fuck like a maniac,” Alex says on a whisper.

  I feel amazing. Like I could be someone’s hero. And maybe I am.

  I want to feel this way all the time. Every single day.

  Chapter Eleven

  Jack

  I end up spending the whole night at Alex’s place. I just can’t seem to pull myself out of her bed. I sleep so hard and wake feeling rested for the first time in months. She offers me peace.

  Fucking Alex, right? She’s the best decision of my life.

  I get up in the morning and we take a long, sexy shower together. I scrub her tiny body and run my hands over her gorgeous breasts. They look so hot with the water sliding down over them that I can’t help myself. I fuck her standing up in the shower while the water runs cold. “I can’t keep my hands off of you, sexy thing,” I whisper.

  Once we get out and dry off, I grab my clothes and throw them on.

  “I got to go, late for work. You understand?”

  Alex nods. Her hair is slicked back away from her face and I think she looks even more beautiful in the morning light. She works nights so she crawls back in her bed/ I cover her up and kiss her sweet cheek. “I’ll call you later?” I ask, hoping that’s okay.

  “Yeah, cool,” she mumbles, and she’s already asleep by the time the door clicks shut.

  This woman. She’s such a badass chick, but she's more than that. I really am starting to like her. Maybe someday we could do something outside the bedroom, but I can’t wait to fuck her again. I want to talk to her about what all this means, maybe tonight. We’ll see.

  I go to work, and I’m late. I don’t give two shits about it. I have ten days to get through and then I’m going to be free as a bird. No more guilt, thank fuck. I’ll find a job that doesn’t compromise my self-worth. Or my ethics. Damn straight.

  I pull the phone on my desk closer and dial. Jeremy comes on the line quickly. “Hey Jack, what you doing, dude?”

  “I was wondering if you could ask Derek a question for me.” I hope I’m not overstepping here. I don’t know if he can call him or if he even plans to see him again.

  “Sure, what’s this about?” He’s curious. Of course he is. He’s stoked that I quit this job. He’s my cheerleader, and, in the end, I feel great about making good on my promise to myself.

  “Well, I was hoping you’d ask him if he knew anything about a teen program. You know a troubled teen program that might include…well, baseball?” I don’t think I’m making myself very clear, so I try again, "I'm looking for a program for troubled teens who want to play ball.” Maybe that’s better.

  “Oh sure, I get it. Makes sense. I’ll give him a call today. How about I swing by your place after work?” This isn’t unusual, really. Jeremy and I spend lots of time together. I’m happy he’s willing to make that call. Maybe I can get some help getting hooked up with the right place. If anyone knows, I think Derek Johnson will.

  “We can talk about Lizzy, too. I went back and talked to Ted more about his sighting. If you want to, that is.” I haven’t thought about Lizzy in two days. My hyperaware phone attention has been stolen by a little badass barmaid. I don’t even know if I’m very interested in finding out any more about what happened to her. She hurt me badly. Fuck her and whatever horse she rode in on.

  I have to admit Lizzy and I shared so much together. I have never known anyone as cultured as her. As we explored the Bay Area, I went with her to places I had never been interested in before. She expanded my horizons. We went to all the amazing museums. We even travelled around the state to other museums.

  Once, we drove to Los Angeles to go to the Getty Museum. I had such a wonderful time that weekend exploring all the little towns between here and LA. We drove the coastline and it took forever to get there, but we didn’t care. We had each other, and the scenery was unbelievable. I mean, seeing the ocean view from the curvy, swerved roads was absolutely dizzying.

  The museum was worth the drive. Really something. That night we made love in our hotel room at the Hyatt, nearby. She was so beautiful and giving. I thought that Lizzy girl of mine was special. She was a real class act and the woman I was destined to marry.

  We drove back on the 5. Hours went by before we saw anything that resembled civilization. It was just massive acres of grass and nothing else for miles. My eyes felt rested after that drive. To be able to look out at that space with nothing to see felt amazing.

  But she isn’t mine anymore. I don’t know if I’ll ever know what really happened, but I stop torturing myself about it. I have to find a job and see Alex again. That’s all I know right now. It’s all I want to focus on.

  “Sure, come by. I’ll pick up some dim sum, okay?” I know that’s all it takes to make my brother happy.

  “I love it! I’ll pick up the beer.” Jeremy hangs up the phone.

  A little dim sum and beer sounds like exactly what I want tonight.

  And maybe later a little of Alex...or maybe a lot of Alex.

  Hell yeah, a lot of Alex makes a perfect night.

  For the first time in ages, I look forward to my evening.

  Alex has changed my life. That badass chick is incredible, and she’s exactly what I need to move on to a better life.

  Chapter Twelve

  Jack

  I pick up a platter of Dim Sum on my way home from work. I change my clothes as soon as I get to my place, sliding on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. That’s who I really am: a jeans and tee guy. But I have to wear a suit to work. I’ll be done with suits soon. And then I’ll donate them all to the Salvation Army. I’m never wearing another suit in my life. Never.

  Let’s see…nine days and counting. And then freedom. I can feel myself already letting go of this job. I’m ready to move on and find something that’s a better fit for who I really am.

  I pull the vacuum out and run it over the living room floor. I wipe down my kitchen counters and lay out plates and tiny little bowls for dipping. My mouth salivates just thinking of taking my first bite of steamed buns. I love steamed buns.

  I hear a knock at the door, and in three strides I open it to my brother. He looks like a happy-go-lucky man, though he’s seen his share of bad situations. His last girlfriend turned out to be someone he never expected. She hid the fact that she was married. That ripped him apart.

  We agree that we never wanted to date a married woman intentionally. But she tricked him, lied to him, and in the end, he broke up with her because he couldn’t trust her. She tried to explain it away by saying she was separated, but he felt blindsided. “Cheating is for bitches” he always said. She really hurt him, and we spent many nights at the bar cursing her in our whiskey. If she had only told him at the outset of their relationship, that would have made all the difference.

  “Well, it looks like life Is good, my brother,” he says as he walks through my door. He’s carrying bottles of premium beer and hands me one as he puts four in the fridge. We both twist off the tops and take our regular places on my couch.

  “Why do you say that?” I ask. I’m wondering if I have a sign on my forehead that says, “freshly fucked”.

  “It doesn’t take a
genius to see you got some.” We chuckle, I guess I’m showing something has changed for me. Like, maybe I look more relaxed. And maybe it’s because I feel lighter, happier, and he can see that I’m no longer drowning in my sorrows?

  “Who’s the girl? Tell me,” Jeremy asks, looking over at me with a huge grin on his face.

  “Oh, it just started.” I’m not sure how much I want to say right now. Maybe later, after Jeremy tells me his news. “Not sure where it’s going yet,” I add with a smile. “I know one thing: I feel better, I quit that f-ing job. Maybe that’s what it is, more than anything,” I say with an affirmation I haven’t felt in so long.

  “Whatever it is, it looks really good on you. I’m so happy you quit. Time to forge a happy life, right?” He looks at me with an arched eyebrow as we clink our bottles together. I can’t disagree. I want to feel like this every single day.

  “So, I talked to Derek today. He said there were lots of programs that bring troubled teens to their doors, and they teach them baseball. He said he had his own foundation. It’s called ‘Derek’s Kids.’ He said if you’re interested to just give him a call. He could use someone like you on his counselling team to work with his kids.” My mouth falls open and I’m stunned! Could it really be this easy to change careers? Working for this star’s foundation could be exactly what I’m looking for, exactly what I need. “Maybe emergency intake counselor? Not sure, but call him?” Jeremy states.

  “What do you think, Jeremy? Could be a great way to get into the business. I’d love to work with kids. You know, after my lost year maybe I have something to bring to them you can’t learn out of books.” I turn towards Jeremy to see his expression. I can always read him.

  “I think you’re perfect for the job. Honestly, I don’t know exactly what happened during that year, but I know enough to know that you have a lot to bring to the table. Those kids would be lucky to have you. Plus, you rocked the pitcher mound when we were kids. You could teach them how to throw a fastball.” He pauses and gives me the once over. Then he smiles. “You look excited.” Jeremy grins from ear to ear.

  I feel like this is my moment. I can build a whole new life. I think it’s time to start thinking of me for a goddamn change. “I’d be stoked dude, really. I know I'd love it. Working with troubled teens and coaching a baseball team? Sound perfect for me.” Maybe they’d let me start out as a counselor or something else. But I can always teach them the game of baseball for sure.

  “Then let’s make it happen, here’s Derek’s number.” Jeremy holds up the glossy business card. “He said to call any time. He said he’d be happy to meet with you and introduce you to the head of his foundation. You know, meet the guy in charge. Here, take it.” The Giants card has his name and number embossed right fucking on it.

  This is starting to feel so real, and my heart’s skipping a happy beat. I can’t wait to call and set up that meeting.

  “Thanks, little bro, this is awesome. I’m going to start a whole new fucking life,” I say full of glee. I can feel the excitement building inside.

  “Yeah, you are, you really are.” He says and we clink our bottles of beer again as I yell out, “To a NEW life!” and we both laugh and knock back the rest of our beers.

  I go into the kitchen and grab two more beers and hand him one when I come back. I sit down on my couch and we click on the TV to catch up on sports news. Giants win again, 7-1. They are going to win this series and move on to the World Series. I can’t be happier.

  I don’t want to get ahead of myself. For all I know, Derek’s man might put me to work washing dishes. But that just doesn’t matter to me. Whatever they need me to do, I’m all about it. I want this change, and I can’t wait to meet the kids in this program. I know it can be difficult and heartbreaking, but it can be rewarding. I want to give back. The things that happened to me when I was sixteen shouldn’t happen to any young child. If I can help a kid before he goes off the rails too far, well, I want to, that’s for damn sure.

  “Someday I’ll tell you more about the time I spent in that homeless house. But it’s a tough discussion, and I don’t want to think about it right now. I’ll call Derek and let you know what happens there,” I say, blowing out a hot breath.

  I did think it was time to tell baby brother what really happened to me. But things were looking up right now, and I didn’t want to bring the energy down by travelling back to those hard, tough days when I almost lost my soul.

  “I get it, bro. When you’re ready. I’m stoked about this phone call. I hope it works out for you. Imagine the fun I’ll have coming to the games.” We both chuckle at that. I have the feeling things are finally looking up. No more sitting around waiting for Lizzy to call. That had taken me down a dark lonely alley that no one wants to go. My heart’s about to burst out of my chest; I’m beyond elated.

  “Okay, so business handled. Now let’s get to the juicy part.” Jeremy says, rubbing his hands together. What’s this?

  “What do you mean? Are you trying to spoil my vibe?” I laugh; I don’t know what he’s talking about. My mind is completely blank. What can it be? I look into Jeremy’s face for a clue.

  “Aww, you have a fuck buddy now, so you don’t want to think about Lizzy? I thought she was your “one.’” Jeremy chortles to himself.

  “I just forgot, I’m sorry. Tell me what this is about. Did you find out more information about her?” I say with a frown.

  “Well, I called Ted and asked him to tell me everything he remembered about your girl. I thought maybe I didn’t ask him enough questions, and I wanted to get all the deets I could gather. Was I wrong?” Jeremy looks at me with concern on his face.

  “Naww, not wrong, dude. I just forgot about that for a minute. Tell me what he said.” But I really don’t care. Maybe part of me doesn’t even want to know. She can still hurt me, even though I’m trying my best to forget all about her.

  “He told me what she was wearing, for starters. She was in a pair of booty shorts, boots up to her thighs, and a short little top that showed off her mid-section. Doesn't sound like the same girl, does it? From what I know about her, she seems like a class act,” Jeremy explains.

  “She was, a total classy woman. I’m completely shocked.” What the hell was all that about?

  “Get ready to be even more surprised. He looked thru his pictures and found one with her in it. You want to see? He printed one for you.” Jeremy stood up to pull out a picture he had tucked into his wallet. What were the chances Ted would accidently snap a pic of her? In Rome, Italy no less. I’m stunned, really stunned. What the fuck’s she doing in Rome? I ask myself for the hundredth time.

  Jeremy hands over the picture. There she is in the background, but I can tell it’s her. She looks like a slut queen, dressed like that. Still the same beautiful features on her face, but it doesn’t help her look even a little bit classy. I don’t know this girl I’m looking at. Speechless, I try to hand the photo back to Jeremy, feeling confused and fumbly.

  “You keep it. I can tell you’re kind of speechless. I was too. Does it help? Seeing her like that, all whored up?” What the hell has she gotten herself into? And did I care anymore? My mind flicks to Alex, that badass chick, and I really don’t want to think about Lizzy.

  Without saying a word, I go back to the kitchen and pull out our dim sum from the fridge. I go back in and place it on the coffee table. I urge Jeremy to dig in with a nudge and a tip of my chin. Nothing is going to stop him as he pops a piece of raw tuna in his mouth.

  “Okay, so Ted said something caught his eye. She met a man in the square and they exchanged something. He couldn’t tell what it was, maybe a package of some kind. Now it feels like I’m caught up in a mystery, am I right?” We laugh our asses off at that. “Or a spy movie.”

  This mystery keeps growing, and I can’t think of one reason why Lizzy would be dressed like a whore, meeting a man in Rome. It just gets harder and harder to come up with an excuse for her actions. How do I defend her?

&nb
sp; “Hey, what if she’s in some sort of illegal ring, drugs or something like that?” Jeremy asks. He says it like he has a lightbulb moment, snapping his fingers. I’m laughing before I can even respond.

  “I’m pretty sure I would have known if she was doing drugs. But maybe she was doing something illegal. This doesn’t even look like the same girl, bro.” I say as I study the photo.

  “Maybe she’s on a secret mission with Mission Impossible.” We both bust up laughing. We loved that show as kids. We still watch all the old reruns. I don’t have a clue what she’s really doing. It’s a total mystery to me.

  Jeremy and I get busy eating our dinner. We gorge ourselves on the best dim sum the area has to offer.

  I keep rolling over ideas in my head. “What the hell was she into?” I finally ask. Jeremy shrugs as my mind keeps reeling.

  Whatever it is… well, fuck her. In the whole scheme of things, she has been a shitty girlfriend if she could just leave my life like that, like I was nothing.

  Like I didn’t matter. Like I never mattered at all.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Alex

  That dude Jack? What a great fuck. He’s the best fuck of my life, ever. I’m not looking for anything serious, but a great fuck buddy is a perfect situation for me. He has a cock that would drive any woman to the brink of insanity. It’s the kind of cock we all fantasize about: beautiful, straight up 9 inches tall with a soft as silk mushroom cap. I salivate, thinking of his thick, straight, veined cock. Oh lordy! I could indulge in that cock every single day, all day long.

  His body is gorgeous. He’s strong and muscular, with a body cut from steel with thick, ropey muscles. He sports a six pack and he’s defined in all the right places. His arms are bulky with bulging muscles showcasing all the way down his back. He has a sexy tattoo that twirls down his spine. And, that ass! Don’t even get me started. Oh my god, that ass. I bet you can bounce a quarter off his perfect, hard ass.