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leave an enemy behind . . .
    Don’t worry, Reed I haven’t left you. I’ll be
coming back.
    Malcolm was smiling again. The memory
of having Reed cornered in the bathroom fifteen years ago slipped into his
mind, what he’d done, what he hadn’t done, how that experience had affected
him. He found himself getting aroused and angry at the same time. That would
have been the perfect time to kill Reed. But he hadn’t. He couldn’t. He’d found
himself homicidally impotent, but another
stronger impulse rose up in its place.

XII.
    James was surprised to find CC still beside him
in the morning. She woke him up by kissing her way down his body and then
taking his morning erection down her throat. By the time he was fully awake he
was already approaching orgasm. She took that down her throat as well. He
promptly reciprocated, then they both stepped
into the shower to wash the evening from their pleasantly fatigued bodies and
greet the day.
    “I’m surprised you’re still here. What about your
husband?”
    “I normally don’t get off work until four o’clock
anyway. I’ll just tell him I stopped at my sister’s house. He leaves to play
golf at six in the morning on Saturdays, so he probably didn’t even miss me.”
    “I’m glad you stayed. Do you want breakfast?”
    “Sure.” She lathered her body and, as James watched,
he found himself growing another painful erection. His penis had been
overworked and it ached as it swelled larger than he ever remembered it being
before last night. It looked like a club. He stepped from the shower and dried
himself off before he was tempted to do something that might rupture a blood
vessel and leave his tender organ swollen for the next two weeks.
    He slipped into his Calvin Klein boxers and
stepped back into the bedroom. CC was humming softly as she shampooed her hair.
James slid down on the carpet to begin the first of three hundred abdominal
crunches. As he sweated through his first set of one hundred he listened to her
offbeat version of “What’s Love Got To Do With It?” turn into Lauren Hill’s
“Doo Wop.” He smiled to himself as he ran last night over in his head. CC was
the most giving, most unselfish, unselfconscious, uninhibited, sensitive lover
he’d ever had. Sex with her was flawless. Nothing to add and nothing to take
away. He felt like he was in love, but he knew he had a sucker’s heart and was
smart enough not to let it lead him.
    James had been with well over two
hundred women in his forty-five years on this earth and he had probably fallen
in love with one hundred fifty of them. Still, 90 percent of them he’d dumped
within two weeks. All he had to do was imagine a woman raising his kids, and
that usually sobered him right up. He didn’t have any kids yet, but when he did, he didn’t want it to be with some silly ho whose
only notable asset was that she swallowed and didn’t mind occasionally taking a
load in the face. The mother of his children would have to be special, someone
strong who could raise the kids without him if he should ever be killed on the
job. He knew it was a morbid thought, but it was a realistic one.
    After he finished his crunches and around one
hundred pushups, James went into the kitchen to make breakfast. CC was done
with her shower and was searching the bed for her bra and panties. He had to catch
his breath as he watched her bend over to check under the bed.
    “Man, that ass is incredible,” he marveled under
his breath. She heard him and smiled.
    “So, what’s for breakfast, Detective?”
    “Please, just call me James.”
    “You know what’s funny?”
    “What?”
    “I just realized I’d never asked you your name. I
feel like such a slut.” She found her underwear and slipped them on along with
her sweat pants. She kind of looked like a Madonna wanna-be in her black lacy
bra, like Roseanna Arquette in “Desperately Seeking Susan”.
    “No. You feel like heaven,” James said, as he
chopped up the onions and