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blight my days. If
they had, there were drink and women involved, usually. Pete and
Jackson had had a major drunken dispute over Lola one night. I
earned myself a broken rib and a black eye, getting too involved
and coming between them before someone died. Not something I
planned on doing again.
    I took a two minute, cool shower, in the
washroom and then turned in for what was left of the night.
    I text Kicker with some friendly advice.
Just in case he'd forgotten what we were doing the next day.
    - start at ten. get some decent sleep. long
day ahead.
    And I finally laid down on my bed, trying to
go to sleep myself. But my mind was in overdrive.
    I kept going there... again... and again...
and again... fuck!
    Back to her yard, replaying the whole hot
session over and over on loop.
    I gave up trying to stop myself thinking
about it in the end.
    A big smile lit up my face. Tonight had had
its good points. Fucking awesome points.
    My God , that was something to
remember... hot and fast and so goddamn sweet it stirred my soul...
the way she responded to me was just perfect. She was perfect. Like
a dream. Edible, lickable, kissable and so goddamn fuckable she'd
tempt a Buddhist monk...
    Jesus and holy mother... .
    I was as hard as iron at the memory of being
inside her and dying for some more of the same.
    Right fucking now ...
    My hands covered my aching cock. Once was
nowhere near enough to satisfy my needs.
    I wanted to get close to her, clothes off,
on a proper bed.
    I'd show her the other side of me.
    One she'd like a whole lot more than the
' wham bam, thank you ma'am', she'd got
tonight on the table.
    I'll sort it out somehow, get her
interested.
    I'd never met a girl so disinterested and
resistant before. She was emotionally distant, like I was on the
'no-way-Jose' list before she even knew what I was like.
    She may well find the physical side of me
appealing but I knew she wasn't interested in me as a person.
    I guessed it was the rep. I knew I had a bad
one. A lot of it was lies and exaggeration, but yeah, I'd got
through quite a few girls in town. But no bar girls, as a rule. I
steered clear of dating bar girls because I didn't drop shit where
I drank. A simple rule which worked well, with the exception of
Christie. One drunken night and one little slip of my no-bar-girl
resolution and she wouldn't leave me alone. I wasn't interested in
her at all. I wasn't interested in any of the girls in Riders...
until Tiffany threw me a curve ball. I was prepared to forsake all
my resolutions for her.
    She'd hit me like a girl tornado, ripping
the ground from beneath my feet and expelling all the air from my
lungs. That kind of reaction was hard to deny.
    I'd take it slow for a while, if I could.
And she was gonna resist... no doubt about it... but I wasn't one
to take no for an answer. I'd keep on trying, no matter. The word quit wasn't an option where she was
concerned.
    Oh fuck my mind to hell... stop thinking and
analyzing... too fucking tired to think straight... must
sleep...
    My brain and body finally started to relax,
after a good deal of sexually frustrated tossing and turning,
trying to get comfortable.
    I had a revelation... I could get her some
flowers ...
    She likes flowers... gotta get some serious
flower power apologizing going. Somethin' pretty and pink.
    I'd never bought a girl flowers before, but
I suppose it had to happen some time.
    I sat up, remembering to set my alarm for
eight. That gave me a three hour lie in.
    Heaven.
    Finally, hallelujah , I drifted off to
sleep.

CHAPTER TWO
     
    It was nine in the morning when I returned
from Olson with my apology. It was pretty sweet apology at that.
I'd taken a while thinking what to write on the card the florist
had given me.
    I settled on 'I loved what we did. But I'm
sorry it happened that way. Give me another chance to do things
right.' Nothing more or less. It said it all without being slushy.
Slush and Joshua Lyle didn't mix very well. I was slush free
territory.