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I winced, then grinned, being polite. In my mind’s eye, one possibility, I told her she should return to her apartment. “Sure. Come in.”

We sat on the couch.

My dick rose, an excited reaction. Despite all the scars, Tammy looked great. “Two settings are wrong. I’ll change them.” In my imagination, the motorcyclist shoved his penis inside her and she howled with delight.

“Thanks. I’m nervous.”

My stomach muscles tightened, a worried response. “Did I say the wrong thing?”

“Nope.”

I frowned. “Explain yourself, please.”

“You’re sexy, but
I
’m involved with Jane.”

I cringed. “Sorry for asking, but why did you come to my apartment?”

“It’s hard to say this because I told her I loved her.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’ve been lying to myself, saying you’re a just handsome man, someone I can ignore.”

“Is that all I am?”

Tammy glanced at the floor, an anxious expression on her face. “Nope.”

I glowered. “Tell me more.”

She fidgeted. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“
You think,
aren’t sure?
”

She lit a cigarette, then exhaled smoke. “I’m a little mixed up, torn between the two of you.”

My brow tightened, an angry response. I nodded, being nice.

“Jane is beautiful, and a lot of fun, but she lies too much.”

I scowled, wishing the conversation would end.

“A week after we slept together, she came home late.”

I bit my lip, wishing Tammy would go back to Jane. That way I could move on with a new life. “Did you ask her about it?”

She paused, teeth clenched. “Yeah.”

“What did she say?”

Tammy stared at the floor, eyelids fluttering. “
She
told me not to worry
about
it.”

I paused, shocked that Tammy would put up with Jane’s attitude.

She sighed. “Later on, I didn’t see her for days.”

“By
later on
, do you mean a month?”

Tammy stuttered, “Sah, sah, something like that.”

I clenched my teeth, irritated. Tammy was too chicken to confront Jane.

“A month ago, I asked her if she had another lover.”

I blenched. “Did she answer your question?”

“Nope.”

“What did she say?”

“I was out, visiting friends.”

“That’s a lousy answer.”

She nodded slowly.

“I hate to see you cry.”

“What a shitty mess.”

I gritted my teeth, not wanting to ask an ugly question, but felt it was important. “Did you have to make love to her in front of me?”

“Sorry. I couldn’t help myself. It won’t happen again.”

I scratched my chin, wondering how long her irritating monologue would last. “Are you still dating the motorcyclist?”

She gasped. “Nope. How did you find out about him?”

I told her what I saw.

Tammy took a long drag, glowering. “I fucked up.”

I scowled. “Are you going to see him again?”

She fidgeted. “Nope.”

“Where did you meet him?” Did she pick up strangers off the street or in dive bars?

Tammy glanced down, an ashamed expression on her face. “He came into the coffee shop and asked me out.”

In my mind’s eye, a possibility, she was strutting around bars, ogling men. Dating this flirt might be a mistake.

“I can’t make it on my own, I need someone to love.”

“After you’ve made up your mind, come back to me.”

“You look irritated. It’s not easy for
me
.”

I exhaled, trying to calm down.

“Am I pretty, a lot of fun?”

“Yes. That’s an understatement. It hurts me to say it, but please leave, before I say something I’ll regret.”

“I have a headache, feel like throwing up.” She left, an unsteady gait.

I stood, worried that she would fall down. “I’ll walk you to your apartment.”

She paused and turned toward me. “Thanks.”

I gave her a handkerchief.

She took it and blew her nose.

“I like your gloves and red fingernails.”

“Thanks. If I don’t wear the
gloves
, strangers point at my robotic hands and arms, then tell me I’m a freak.”

“I’m sorry to hear it. Your
robotic hands
and
arms
look great.”

She grinned.

We continued on.

Ahead, Jane stared at me. “Stay away from my woman.”

I winced, let go, and headed for my apartment.

Jane spat, “Tammy, what the hell is going on? You’re mine.”

I parked at the end of a long driveway, and hopped out, next to a mansion.

A woman in a pants suit, a real estate agent, frowned. “Justin?”

I nodded, uncomfortable with her formal tone.

She shook my hand, a serious expression on her face.

I offered a brief smile, being courteous.

She turned, entered the home, went through a huge living room, and stopped in the large kitchen. Outside a huge window, beyond the backyard, yachts were moored to neighbor’s docks.

I paused. “Great view.” My mind jumped into high gear, adjusting to the rich neighborhood, a place where elegantly dressed men and women bragged about opera and vacations in Paris. It was hard to believe that this could be my new home.

“Definitely.

“There are six bedrooms, a pool, and a helicopter pad. Would you like to see them?”

I nodded, trying to remain level headed, not get too excited. We strolled.

She offered more details.

“I’ll take it.”

She blinked. “I can arrange financing.”

“I’ll pay for it all at once.”

She stared at me, an astounded expression on her face.

Next week, on Sunday, after movers carried every box out of my apartment, I sat on the floor, wondering if anything had been left behind.

My phone rang. I blinked. “Hello.”

Donald said, “Nancy’s operation was successful.”

“Thanks for telling me.”

“No problem. Have a good weekend.” He hung up.

I smiled.

Outside, the approaching sound of clicking heels became louder.

I looked up, curious.

Tammy was standing in the doorway, a halfhearted smile on her face, dressed in dark blue, sunglasses, a cat suit, thigh-high boots, a strap on dildo, and gloves. “How are you?”

I flinched, surprised that she was here. “Fine.”

She sat next to me. “I’m sorry to see you go.”

“You haven’t called or come by since last week. I’m not saying you had to.” I lapsed into silence, not wanting to argue.

“Jane and I are going through some changes.”

I hesitated. This comment was vague, a hint. She wanted to leave her woman, but it was a comfortable relationship, one that would drag on for a long time. Tammy had dropped by to say hello, wanting me to think of her as decent, not a slut.

Although I was being nice, looking at this sexy woman, someone I wouldn’t see again, made me sad. I wished Tammy had remained in her apartment. That way it would be easier to forget about her. “Whatever. Anyway, this apartment was small. I bought something bigger.”

“Awesome. Can I see it?”

I raised an eyebrow, stunned that she was interested. Would she visit my house, then go back to Jane, forever? There was one way to find out. “Sure. Have you taken a lot of pictures recently?”

“I’ve
taken
many for years, but have run out of ideas. Do you have any suggestions?”

I offered a brief smile, worried that she would ignore them. “Mine is that we should go to Wren Park, take photos of flowers. Then I’ll show you my house.”

“Let’s go.”

Tammy glanced at Daffodils. “How about these?”

“They’re in the shade, too dark.” I mentioned others, ones in sunlight.

Tammy chuckled, strolled. “What do you think of these?”

I touched her shoulder and looked through the camera lens. “Move closer. The flower is too far away.”

She inched forward. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” My penis rose.

The shutter clicked.

“Great. Take more pictures.”

Tammy pointed at Roses. “Those?”

“Good idea.” I grabbed her hand and walked, my adrenaline pumping. Her butt, its cheeks accentuated by the tight suit, was driving me out of my mind. I wanted to remove the dildo and make love to her, but I smiled, being polite. My phone remained silent. Would Dr. Haar call, ask me tough questions?

Tammy glanced at me. “Are you angry at me?

“No
.
” I told her about the constant phone calls and meetings.

“That’s a lot of pressure.”

I nodded.

“Is there anything I can do to help you relax?”

“You’re gorgeous and charming. I couldn’t ask for more.”

She kissed me and pulled back. “You’re sweet.”

I grinned, listening, waiting for the phone to chime.

It didn’t ring.

I patted her butt, a playful gesture.

Tammy shook it and winked.

I put my arm around her waist.

At dusk, I turned onto another street.

“I took a lot of pictures. It was fun.”

“Great.”

Tammy blurted, “This is a fancy area. Do you live around here?”

“Yes.”

“Awesome.”

I pulled into the long driveway.

Tammy’s eyes opened wider.

I laughed, enjoying her reaction, and parked by the front door.

We hopped out.

Tammy glanced to the right and left. “It’s fantastic, like a dream.”

I smirked, pleased by her comment, and opened the front door.

Tammy entered, boot heels clicking on the marble floor. Then she spun around, gaping. “I’ve never been inside a mansion. How do you afford the rent?

“I own it.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No.”

She sat on the couch, a bewildered expression on her face.

I smiled.

Tammy spread both legs, testicles dangling, a sexy sight. “I’d like to stay all night.”

“
Stay
as long as you like.”

She stood, eyelids fluttering. “I don’t want to get on your nerves.”

“You won’t.”

Tammy’s eyes darted back and forth. “Cool.”

“If you’re unhappy here, feel free to leave.”

Tammy unzipped her cat suit.

I removed the prick.

Tammy lay on her back.

I stooped, shoved my penis inside, and pumped. My thrusts jerked her butt off the carpet. Soon we reached a smooth rhythm, sweating.

Tammy blurted, “Honey…”

I pulled out, hair soaked, and kissed her breasts.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, and stroked my hairy chest. “You love screwing me.”

“Yes.”

“Do it any time.”

I shoved my dick in.

“Oooh, nice. Fuck your bitch, honey.” Her cell phone rang. “Damn.”

I frowned. “Are you going to ignore it?”

“It could be Dr. Haar. He said I might have to take eye drops.”

I paused, disappointed.

“Hello.

“Yes, I’m Tammy.” She paused, a frustrated expression on her face. “Wow. Thanks for telling me.” She hung up.

I scowled. “Was that Jane or the motorcyclist?”

She glowered. “Nope.”

I frowned. “Who was it?”

Her face tightened. “I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“Why not now?”

“It will ruin our evening.”

“Are you seeing someone else?”

“No. I love you, nobody
else
.”

I gritted my teeth.

“Please, be patient.”

I parked in front of my old apartment. Tammy wanted to remove all her belongings, take them to my home.

She exited and walked toward the front door, me next to her.

It opened. Inside, Jane scowled. “Tammy, where have you been?”

She frowned. “Not here.”

Jane blurted, “That’s bullshit.”

Tammy blinked, didn’t say a word, went past her, and picked up clothes.

I grabbed others and put them in a suitcase.

Jane glared at me.

I offered a forced smile, back tensed, worried.

Jane snapped, “Tammy, what are you doing?”

She stuffed clothes into a bag, didn’t answer.

Jane barked, “Talk to me.”

Tammy glanced at her, flinching, and shoved a cat suit into a suitcase.

“You can’t move out.”

Tammy winced and grabbed a blanket.

Jane stooped, a frustrated expression on her face. “Come on, tell me what’s up.”

She shook her head, then rose, a bag and suitcase in her hands, and walked toward the door, me next to her.

Behind us, Jane shouted, “This is crazy!”

Tammy placed her belongings in the backseat, sat in the car, and closed the door.

I started the engine.

Jane crouched, facing Tammy. “I don’t want it to end like this.”

Tammy glanced at her, then looked straight ahead, eyes moist. “You slept with Gina and didn’t tell me.”

Jane blurted, “Who told you that?”

“She did.”

Jane raised her voice, “We can work this out.”

Tammy shook her head. “Our relationship is over.”

“You need to be more flexible. What can Justin offer you that I can’t?”

I drove away.

In my rear view mirror, Jane was staring at my car, glowering.

Tammy sniffed. “I’m sorry that you had to put up with that. “

“It’s okay.”

“Thanks.” She exhaled. “After we get home, I’ll put on my red cat suit.”

“Great. Did Gina call you last night, when we were together?”

She blurted, “Yeah. I wanted to tell
you
later, when the mood was right.”

I scowled. “
When
is that?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes, I can’t make up my mind. Will you forgive me?”

I exhaled, trying to reasonable. “Sure.”

“You look pissed off.”

“I am.”

“Do you still love me?”

I smiled. “Yes.”

She grinned. “Do I look good in my cat suit?”

“Definitely.”

“Thanks.” She pulled out a sex toy, a novelty item that resembled a snake’s tongue, put it on hers, and yanked down my zipper with one hand. My dick came out. Her tongue uncoiled, reached down, wrapped around my phallus, then began massaging it.