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vibrating, it began again. What the fuck? I thought.
¡°What color of hair did she have?¡±
¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± I said. ¡°Blondish-brown? Dirty blond?¡±
¡°Ah, nice. How short?¡±
¡°Couldn¡¯t tell. Was in a ponytail.¡±
¡°Boobs?¡±
¡°Small,¡± I said. ¡°Nice big ass, though.¡±
¡°Thought you didn¡¯t like them big?¡±
¡°I liked hers.¡±
My phone vibrated again but my aura remained nonchalant under the interrogation.
¡°How¡¯d you meet?¡±
¡°One of her beer cans broke out of the box and rolled to my feet.¡±
Archer chuckled, leaning back into his seat, seemingly satisfied. ¡°Nice one. Don¡¯t get
an opportunity like that often.¡± Right when I thought I was in the clear and my jaw
relaxed, he looked at me through the corners of his eyes, a smirk pulled on his lips, and
he said, ¡°Gonna answer your phone?¡±
¡°Who¡¯s calling?¡± Ripper asked, interested in the conversation again. ¡°Tank?¡±
Although my face didn¡¯t change, I swallowed a lump in my throat. I stood from my
chair and said, ¡°I¡¯ll be right back,¡± before stepping out of the Tavern for some privacy.
Answering the phone, boiling over with stress, I snapped, ¡°What the fuck, Samantha? I
told you not to call¡¡±
When I could tell she was distraught over something, I had a horrible feeling. Saying
goodbye to Archer and Ripper would result in another interrogation, so I jumped on my
Goldwing and didn¡¯t look back. As I sped down the road to the playground where
Samantha and I fucked last night, I was filled with dread, longing for the previous night¡¯s
whimsical arousal.
Samantha¡¯s car sat alone in the parking lot when I pulled up. Before I turned off the
humming engine, Samantha had already slammed her door shut and was stomping
toward me. I gulped, seeing her puffy face and red eyes filled with anger. Anger that
seemed to be directed right at me. Pulling out the keys, I swung my legs over my seat and
