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laughed. “You should see him squeeze into a submarine.”
    I turned to Sean. “What are we playing?”
    “A submarine?” Susi asked.
    “The usual,” Sean answered me.
    I dealt the cards. “Poker, ladies.”
    They ignored me and Baby continued. “Yeah, we went to a submarine at a museum in Chicago. Watching the two of them…” She laughed.
    What she was leaving out was that she dragged us to the museum. Baby dragged us to all kinds of museums, tourist traps, and parks. Okay, so maybe ‘dragged’ wasn’t a fair assessment. We’d follow her just about anywhere.
    “You took Sean?”
    Baby nodded, a wicked grin on her face. “Yep. They were both all hunched over the whole time. We were in there for like a half hour.” 
    “Okay, very funny, let’s play,” I said. “You go first, Susi.”
    She gave me that cute little smile again and slapped two cards on the table.
    Apparently, Susi was capable of bouncing back from melancholy a lot faster than most of the girls I knew. She’d seemed so sad when we were leaving the house. But now she was chatting and laughing with abandon, and teasing me and Sean.
    “Where else don’t they fit?”
    “Most trailers. In fact the first one I had in Death Valley was super small.”
    “It was a freaking hovel,” Sean said.
    “And when Sean bought me the new monstrosity–”
    “It’s not a monstrosity,” he protested.
    Baby rolled her eyes. “He had to have it custom made,” she said conspiratorially.
    Susi giggled.
    “So Henry and Sean came to switch the trailers and help me transfer all my stuff. And they both hit their heads like a dozen times.”
    “It really wasn’t that funny,” I said.
    “It was when you stood up from the bed, hit your head, and fell back down all sprawled out on the bed.” Baby laughed. Susi laughed with her.
    “I bet small cars are bad too,” Susi suggested.
    “Oh yeah, Henry owns this little sports car. It’s totally impractical, but he loves it. He has to fold himself into the thing. Watching him get in and out of it is hilarious.”
    That was it, the tiny women needed to be taken down a notch.
    “It’s your turn to deal Bell,” I said, throwing Susi the cards.
    “What did you just call me?” Susi asked.
    “Oh no,” Baby groaned.
    “Here we go,” Sean said.
    “What is going on?” Susi demanded.
    “He just gave you a nickname,” Baby told her.
    Susi looked up at me. “A nickname?”
    “Yeah,” I said. “Bell.”
    “Why Bell?” Baby asked, clearly amused.
    “Two reasons. She’s tiny like Tinker Bell, also I like the way it sounds with Baby. Baby and Bell. It works.”
    “Oh no,” Bell said, placing her tiny little fists on her tiny little hips. “You are not giving me a nickname.”
    “Too late,” I said.
    “I won’t answer to it.”
    “You’re going to have to once everyone around you starts calling you that.”
    “I’m sorry, Suz. I’m afraid you don’t have much choice,” Baby said.
    Bell’s mouth dropped open. “That’s ridiculous.”
    “He started calling me Baby the day we met. And now absolutely everyone calls me that.”
    “I don’t, Dani ,” Bell insisted.
    “Trust me, you’re the only one,” Baby said.
    “You’ll see,” Sean said.
    “You’re all crazy.” Bell turned to look at me. “Maybe I should call you Henry, like Baby does.”
    I shook my head. “Can’t. My name is Hank. Only Baby can call me Henry.”
    “That seems like a double standard.”
    “Yep.”
    ****
    I was dripping with sweat, my throat was sore, and I had a raging hard-on as I walked off the stage.
    Baby and Bell were perched side by side on a large black box that was used for housing speakers during transit. They looked like cherub angels watching over the show.
    “Amazing, as always,” Baby told me as I approached.
    Bell had a huge smile on her face. “That was so fun!”
    I stopped a few feet from them. The hard-on was the inevitable result of a week with no sex, and a plethora of women throwing