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had gone over to the stereo and was flipping through a collection of music he had. A quiet dance tune came over the speakers by a girl she knew and had developed a friendship with when she was out on tour.
    “Stay on that one please, Scott,” she called over her shoulder to him. “I know her, and she’s got some really mean stuff.”
    Scott did as she told him, and the light music was soon adding its touch to the room along with the fire and the men. The cold wind howled outside, and Chrissie thought it even sounded nice right now. At that moment, everything was just perfect.
    “Are you this friendly to everyone, Chrissie? Or is it just us?” Brad asked her. She thought he sounded halfway serious.
    Of course there was only one answer to his question. “Just you three guys,” she whispered back to him, her eyes still closed as she gloried in Ethan’s foot massage and Brad’s strong arms around her.
    “Well, Chrissie,” Ethan told her giving her feet one last squeeze. “I think you’ll live this time, but don’t let it happen again.”
    “That feels so good. Rub my feet for me for another ten minutes please?”
    He looked down at her. She knew he was thinking about it. Then he just gave her a playful pat on her knee and got up. “Hell no!” he told her. “It’s time to eat.”
    “Dinner is served, oh masters and mistress,” Scott called to them from the kitchen.
    Brad nuzzled the top of her hair with his chin. “Come on. Let’s go eat,” he whispered to her, letting his hands linger for what amounted to a caress of her shoulders.
    Regretfully, she let him release her from out of his strong grip and allowed him to help her back to her feet. He handed her the beer she had been working on and took her by the hand to lead her to the table. Dinner did smell good, and she was hungrier than she’d ever been in her life.
    She also found that being in the presence of these guys made her heart beat like crazy in her chest and sent constant warmth down low in her belly.

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    Dinner was simple, beans and hash, and of course beer. A few days ago Chrissie wouldn’t have liked this. She wouldn’t have thought it even good enough for Peaches and Cream. Now, however, it tasted just right to her, and she ate with a ravenous appetite. She asked for seconds and then thirds. Back home, her trainer had her on a strict diet, and she would probably have come up with some horrid punishment for Chrissie if she could see how she was eating tonight.
    The four of them set about the table and talked, and it was as if she had known them her whole life, or rather as if she should have known them her whole life. She made some gaffe about sports since she neither liked or cared about sports, and the guys ribbed her about it for the rest of the dinner. Chrissie laughed, really laughed, not the fake laughter she had to put on for a dinner party back home.
    For desert they had Twinkies. Yes, that was right. These guys served her Twinkies for dessert. Chrissie loved them, though as she ate her Twinkie and sipped her beer, she couldn’t help but smile to herself when she thought about how naive these guys were about some things.
    She watched the guys as they engaged in rough horseplay all throughout dinner and got into a huge argument as to which one of them would wash the dishes. Every minute she was learning something new about one of them, and she found herself mesmerized by their world and wanting to know everything about it.
    Scott was unemployed, was shy around women, and was a whiz at computers. He had an associate’s degree in information technology and more than a dozen professional certifications. He wanted to be a graphic artist, but the job market was bad and he wasn’t trying very hard to find work. Scott was the same age as Chrissie, and their birthdays were within two weeks of each other, with Chrissie being the older.
    Brad had been engaged until a few months ago. It had been a long-term relationship and had ended