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Marissa’s
antipathy.
    “I want to
take him on a trip,” she says quickly. “An educational
trip.”
    Okay, this may have
some merit. I take Gabe a lot of places because I want him to be
educated and well traveled. “Where?”
    She pauses, silently
hemming and hawing, and my suspicion that she’s going to play
me goes on full-scale alert.
    “Where?”
I ask again, this time with anger saturating my voice.
    “The Galapagos
Islands,” she blurts out.
    “You got to be
fucking kidding me?” I snarl at her.
    “No, I’m
not fucking kidding you,” she snarls back. “They have a
lot of wildlife there for him to see… these huge tortoises.”
    True enough. But
everyone that has ever heard of the Galapagos knows they’re
famous for those monstrous beasts.
    “And let me
guess… you’re not going alone?”
    “Well, no. I
would take Anthony with me. It’s not safe for Gabe and me to
travel halfway around the world on our own.”
    Of course she would.
Anthony was her new, twenty-year-old boyfriend that I had the extreme
displeasure of meeting last weekend when I dropped Gabe off. He was
laying on her couch in a pair of boxer shorts with a beer in one hand
and the remote control in the other. Marissa smirked at me when she
saw me narrow my eyes at him. She’s just vain enough to think
I’m jealous, but I was pissed a half-naked jackass was in her
home when I was dropping my son off.
    “What the
fuck?” I had leaned in and hissed at her. “Get your
fucking boyfriend dressed.”
    She blinked at me
innocently and shrugged her shoulders. “Sorry about that. I
wasn’t sure what time you’d be by.”
    Fucking bitch. I
dropped Gabe off every Sunday evening I had him at seven PM. She knew
exactly when I’d be there.
    Focusing once more
on Number 3498’s beautiful eyes staring calmly at me from the
computer screen, I take a deep breath and let it out.
    “One last
guess,” I say with sarcasm. “You have a luxury resort
probably already picked out.”
    She misses the
sarcasm. “Why, yes I do. Would you like me to send you the link
so you could see it?”
    I blow up. “No
I don’t want to fucking see it. I’m not paying for you
and your fuck toy to go on a vacation.”
    “It’s an
educational trip,” she huffs into the phone, and I don’t
even have it in me to argue. I press the “end” button on
my phone, and blissful silence soothes me.
    She calls back, of
course, but I ignore it. I’m assured that Gabe is fine, and
this was just another extortion call from her that I quickly shut
down.
    Shutting my phone
off, I turn back to my computer and read Number 3498’s stats.
ONO lets you be as anonymous or open as you want. Number 3498’s
profile is skimpy, but then, so is mine. It just says she’s
originally from Nashville, has graduate education, and is only
interested in vanilla.
    Which works for me.
I can take or leave the kink.
    I look at her just a
moment more, and fuck yeah… her eyes are captivating me. I’m
going for it.
    I click on the
button that says “Send a Message” and type, Tomorrow,
7PM, Sullivan’s on Upper East Side. Wear red and wait at the
bar for me? ~ Mike
    I don’t even
hesitate before I hit “Send”. I’m not the type that
wants to enter into any frivolous discussion to see if we’re
compatible. She’s hot—I want to fuck her—end of
story. She either does or she doesn’t and if she doesn’t,
my wish list is stocked full of other women.
    Picking the
deposition transcript up from my desk, I get back to work, telling
myself that I’m not allowed to leave until I finish reading it.
But I still can’t concentrate for shit, because now I’m
suddenly anxious to get a reply from Number 3498. I keep glancing at
my computer screen, waiting and waiting.
    I play this stupid
game… read a few lines of testimony, look to the computer. I
keep on playing it over the next hour, and just as I’m about to
give up and log out of ONO’s website, a message pops up in my
inbox.
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