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you went until you came back
looking like you returned from a war? I’m going to be sick.”
    Willow smacks his chest.
    “Oh, please. She’s still a woman with needs
Porter. She’s not a baby.”
    “I know she’s not a baby, but I know what went
on that night and Cruz said she… and then he said they…” Porter
stammers for words, runs his hand through his hair and down towards
the stubble on his face. “And then he was like, and we were like…
oh, God, never mind. It’s Harlow.”
    He looks exhausted.
    Dickcop rises, barely, off the ground, and he’s
angry. I mean really angry.
    “You bitch. I need my balls. Why would you do
that to me?”
    Now I feel tough as nails, stronger than strong.
I’m not afraid of him or his flaring nostrils.
    “You made me look like a fool. You made me dance
that stupid dance on a street, in the middle of the night. Then you
have the audacity, the… the impudence, the insolence to smirk?”
    He contorts his face in a confused way and
crosses his arms across his chest. He looks to my friends as to say
‘help me out here’.
    “Does she always use big words like that?”
    They nod in unison.
    I’m so out of here. I turn on my heels and head
for the door.
    Thea turns to stop me.
    “Where are you going, Har?” Flustered, I turn
back to look at her.
    “I can’t look at him anymore. Porter, I suggest
you get your friend to leave and let him go back to whatever rock
he crawled out from.”
    “Yes, Porter. Tell me to go back where I came
from. Please. I beg you, dude.” Dickcop clasps his hands together
as to plead with him. I have one foot almost in the door. I never
want to see him again, and I cannot believe that Porter actually
hangs with someone this ignorant.
    “Cruz, maybe it’s better if you did. It’s only
the beginning of the summer and it will be a long one if you
don’t.”
    The big jerk nods, agreeing and starts for the
slider. As I wait for him to exit, I begin to feel a bit of relief.
He turns, still in those tight boxer briefs and as much as the
sight of him repulses me, I ponder the reason for the sudden
dampness in my underwear. Willow has drool seeping from her mouth,
and before I have a chance to, Thea wipes the corner of it, near
her lip, and whispers, “Close your mouth, Willow. You’re
salivating.”
    “No shit. I’m surprised you’re not.”
    He suddenly turns to me.
    “I apologize, Miss Hannum. My balls and I do,
actually. I hope you have a very enjoyable and unforgettable
summer. Nice knowing ya.”
    With that, he’s gone, and thank the sweet
Lord.
    Now I just wait for the questioning, but it
never comes. It’s just a constant state of confusion on the faces
of the people surrounding me.
    Max glares at me, then makes his way back into
the house.
    My frustration seizes me. I grumble and go in
the house. The remaining people on the deck follow behind.
    I go into the kitchen to finally have my
caffeine fix. I stand in front of the coffee pot, pour myself some
of the dark, smooth liquid goodness, spoon a half pound of sugar in
it, and take a long, well-deserved sip. I shut my eyes, savoring
the moment it reaches my taste buds. I lean on the counter and feel
a presence behind me. Actually, several.
    Without turning around I address them.
    “What? I feel you all staring at me. You want
the run down?”
    Three well-orchestrated yes’s make their
reply.
    I shake my head and make my way to the dining
table. They crowd me, like hungry dogs waiting for a meal. The
events of last year and this morning are things I don’t care to
repeat, or revisit, but I know if I don’t address it, it’s going to
be a long summer.
    “Fine. But first things first. Do not ask
questions, do not ask for details, do not pass go, and do not
collect $200.”
    They nod like Stepford wives.
    “Last year we went to that bar. We were all
having a good time. I had just seen the man whose name we do not
speak of making out in a corner with someone. He looked at me