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“Nice, like I said, very Southern. All it’s
missing is a Dale Earnhardt for President sticker on the
bumper.”

I walked her over to my vehicle. I opened
the door and helped her in the passenger side. I shut the door and
walked behind the car and watched as Sasha looked at my door and
noticed it was locked, she leaned her drunk body over and unlocked
my door. One more for Argentina! I loved it when a girl did that.
It shows she’s thinking outside herself. Sasha was drunk and she
still pulled it off. Bravo!

Chapter Two

We went to the Denny’s off of Harbor
Boulevard in Fullerton. During the entire ride, Sasha touched my
arms, well, maybe more like petted them, like they were kittens.
The angel on my shoulder was telling me to go to Denny’s and the
damn devil was saying, ‘Screw Denny’s, it’s time for some loving.’
The angel eventually won the battle.

We got to Denny’s and ordered enough food to
feed six people. I was happy to see that Sasha was throwing down
her coffee like her shots and I knew she’d be sober in no time.

We continued to talk for a good hour until
our conversation led me to ask, “So, Shiners isn’t exactly a
hopping, happening place. What brought you to that hole-in-the-wall
bar on a holiday?”

“I was bored and hoping to play some darts.
That place must be the only bar in the United States that doesn’t
have a dart board.”

“Oh, that’s why you left so fast. I actually
took it personally.”

“You never even turned around. You didn’t
even know I was in the bar!”

“I knew you were in the bar.” I smirked and
took a sip of my soda.

“You’re just the babe-hound aren’t you?”

“Not really. The bartender knows what I
like.”

“You were given the heads’ up? I see how it
is. You let that poor bartender do all your dirty work.”

“She did say you were her type.”

“Well, it’s nice to be adored.”

“You don’t strike me as a woman who is
hurting for adoration.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised. So, when you came
outside to make a text, that was all for show?”

“I did mention earlier on I had a Theater
Arts degree.”

“Nice performance.”

“It’s only fun if there’s an audience.”

“Even if it’s an audience of one?”

“If that audience is you, I’d perform all
night,” I said, winking at her.

“All night? That’s impressive coming from a
bleeder.”

“Did I mention that my erections are like a
locomotive charging through the Midwest, carrying steel as
cargo?”

“You might have glossed over that little
nugget of info.”

“Well, now you know.”

“I’ll be sure to put that in my penis
journal.”

“Are there are lot of entries?” I asked,
smiling.

“These days, not enough.”

“You can also add in your little journal
that I have a beautiful penis.”

“It will be duly noted. Can we get off your
penis?”

“I wasn’t aware that you had gotten on,” I
joked.

“Neither had I!” Sasha slammed the table at
her burn. “Ouch! Game, set, match.”

I laughed out loud. “Now that was fun.”

“You have no idea how much fun I can
be.”

“All right, tell me. What do you do for
fun?”

Sasha liked this question. She sat up and
everything. “I’m an actress.”

“Really?”

“Well, I’m trying to be.”

“What kind?” I asked.

“One who talks.”

“Very nice,” I said, sarcastically. “What I
meant was what kind of actress: TV, movie, stage?”

“Stage and some television.”

“Some television, really?” I was sincerely
impressed.

“Yep, so you’re not the only actor
here.”

“Oh, I’m not an actor. I got a general
Theater Arts degree. It was better than doing math.”

“Well, I’m trying to be an actress.”

“You do look like Audrey Hepburn if she grew
her hair long.”

“I’ve been told that before. And I think
it’s going to be hard for Audrey Hepburn to grow any kind of hair
anymore.”

“Don’t be a downer. I like remembering my
Hollywood divas alive.” I took another drink of my soda and decided
to ask, “What else do you like to do?”

“I like surfing!”

“Surfing?” Are you kidding?”

“No.”

“Where do you surf?”

“Everywhere. Malibu, Newport Beach, you name
it.”

“Okay, let me get this straight. You’re a
beautiful Argentinean woman, who wants to be an actress and loves
to surf?”

“That would be me.”

“Damn, it’s like every man’s dream.”

“All those things are superficial,
though.”

“I know. That’s why it’s every guy’s dream
on paper. The reality is something quite different.”

“The reality of what?”

“The reality of you,” I explained,
plainly.

“You think you know me after a couple of
drinks, and a Moons Over My Hammy. You think you got me all figured
out at a Denny’s at 3 a.m.?”

“I think I do.”

“You’re not being serious, are you?” Sasha
really didn’t like the fact I would have the gall to say something
like that to her.

I looked at Sasha and grinned. “Okay, let me
give it my best shot and if I’m completely wrong, I’ll pay for the
meal.”

“Oh, you’re paying for the meal,
nonetheless, but please enlighten me.”

I took the last sip of my drink and sat up
straighter for my opening statement. “You’re very pretty. So, you
probably don’t get asked out much. When you do, it’s either by a
rich guy who’s old enough to be your father or a guy who thinks he
is the most beautiful person in every room, not you. Both turn you
off, so that’s why you settle for the bad boy. I fit the bad-boy
image so that’s why you have spent the last 3 hours and 17 minutes
with me. You like the bad boy because you like to think you can
tame him. But you also secretly love the fact that he’s
unpredictable and might not call you for a couple of days at any
given time. But, that gets old and eventually you move on and that
is why you have had hundreds of one-month relationships over the
years. With bad boys.”

Sasha smiled and I knew I had hit some truth
about her, so I continued, “You’re an actress because you like to
escape. You could never be a prostitute or a nun in real life, but
you like the idea of becoming whatever you won’t, with any given
script. You like the idea of escaping in little intervals but
you’re far too interested in your own life to do it for any long
period of time.”

Sasha nearly came out of her skin on that
one. I continued, “You surf because it’s the one thing you know for
damn sure you can’t control, so you don’t even try. You ride each
wave and get turned on by its power and unpredictability. The more
you fall off a board and get back on, the more it gives you a sense
of accomplishment and survival. Both are things that you desire
daily. You thrive on these two things: power and unpredictability.
How am I doing?”

“Go on,” she said.

Now Sasha was looking at me like she had
seen a ghost, so I knew I was reading her better than any psychic
friends network employee ever could. “You’re alone at the moment,
but you have ten guys you can call that would leave a girlfriend, a
wife, or any other person they were involved with to have one more
night with you. That’s because not only are you gorgeous, you are
very passionate in the bedroom, and like to take on all kinds of
roles. You’re afraid to truly let go, out of your fear of real
intimacy, emotional intimacy, I mean But secretly, you’re waiting
for that one guy who completely ‘gets’ you and that’s the moment
you have longed for. That’s the moment that you know in your heart
that when you finally find him, you’re ready to completely let
go.”

Sasha continued to stare at me and slowly
shake her head in disbelief, so I decide to finish her off. “At
this very moment, you are intrigued by my insight and candor, but
yet you’re still afraid that this is ‘my game’ and I’m trying to
back-door you to get you into bed. Part of you doesn’t give a shit,
but the real true part of you, the one that cries at weddings and
Kleenex commercials, is praying that I’m being sincere. All I can
tell you is that I am, being sincere that is, and I think you’re
about the sexiest woman I have ever seen. I say this not as a line,
just as a statement of fact. I couldn’t care less if you believe me
or not, because I know what I’ve said has ministered to your soul.
So, Sasha, girl I met for the first time tonight, how did I
do?”

Sasha stood up from her chair, “Check,
please!”

Chapter Three

Sasha grabbed my hand and dragged me outside
the double doors of Denny’s. She marched me out to the back parking
lot that was parallel to Harbor Boulevard. Sasha, still leading me
by my hand, threw me up against my black Mustang and shoved her
tongue down my throat. She pushed me up against the driver’s-side
door of my Mustang and grabbed my neck so I would be at eye level
with her. I spread my legs wide which I usually have to do to kiss
a woman without having to lower my neck. In this case, my head was
eye level to hers, but nonetheless, she hung on my neck like it was
a monkey bar. She continued to jam her face into mine and kissed me
with an intensity I hadn’t ever quite experienced. She kissed me
passionately with a lot of tongue and even a moan or two. I had to
admit it was hotter than shit and my body definitely let her know
how much this was turning, me on. I wasn’t one to wear underwear.
So, I was at full attention in my 501’s. Sasha pressed harder
against me kissing my lips, my neck, and my face.

“Take me home,” she said.

“What about your car?”

“I’ll get it in the morning. I don’t really
want to peel myself off of you right now.”

I opened my door and Sasha ran around my car
and jumped in. I drove to my apartment in record time. The angel on
my shoulder had gone to bed early and the devil was out in force.
The entire way to my house, Sasha licked my fingers and kissed my
right arm. Can you say, ‘slam dunk?’

We got to my apartment off of Gypsum Canyon.
I parked in my assigned spot, and the two of us nearly sprinted to
my door. I took out my keys and opened my door. I didn’t have much
furniture in my two-bedroom apartment, but at this point, all I
needed was a sofa and TV in the living room and a California King
in the bedroom.

We made our way through my bare hallway and
nearly busted through my bedroom door. I threw it open and we both
fell on my bed simultaneously.

She continued to kiss me, and I was really
taken aback by her aggressiveness. Usually, I let a woman just have
her way if she came at me like this, but Sasha was different. I
kind of liked her. I never had a woman match wits with me like she
had tonight. I couldn’t deny the fact I was craving her body more
than anything else in my entire life

I kissed her back with the same intensity
and hers was off the charts. But I liked to be in control, so I
pinned her down and rolled on top of her. I kissed her neck, then
her aggression let up a tad and I decided to stop. That’s right! I
stopped and just stared at her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m taking you in.”

“Why?”

“Because I like you.”

“I like you, too. Don’t stop.”

“I see that, we both know where this is
going.”

“Yeah, so?” Sasha grabbed me and turned me
to my back and began kissing my chest. I stopped her and said, “Are
you sure?”

“Are you the same guy who talked about his
beautiful penis an hour ago?”

“I am definitely the same guy. And I do have
an epic penis, as far as beauty is concerned.”

“All talk. Put your money where your mouth
is.” Man, she was driving harder than a guy would.

“Let me ask you a question. Are you okay if
this is all it is? Sex?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.” She was
now kissing my stomach.

I looked at this beautiful woman loving on
my body and thought, Screw it!

I looked at her kissing my body and I
thanked God the devil had come back. With that, I grabbed her and
turned her over and ripped off both of our clothes. Sasha then
experienced beauty… and the beast.

Chapter Four

I woke up from a deep slumber and stared at
the digital clock to the left of my bed. It read 11:30. That meant
I had a solid seven-hour snooze. I turned over and my little
brunette friend was still sound asleep. She looked peaceful as she
laid in my bed. I leaned over and kissed her cheek. Her eyes opened
as my lips made contact.

“You are for real,” she said, hoarsely.

“You thought I was make-believe?” I
laughed

“Not make-believe. Just maybe a Greek god
like Thor.”

“Nope. I’m all flesh and bone.”

“Yes, you are. I can attest to that.” She
sat up and grinned. “I can’t believe you almost went soft on me
last night.”

“Soft, I was never—”

“I don’t mean soft like that. I mean you
almost didn’t want to go through with it.”

“Yeah, I did have a Boy Scout moment.”

“Why? Do you make a habit of bringing girls
you meet at a bar home and not scoring with them? Do you have a
whole separate belt for notches that could have been?”

“Honestly, I just knew I wanted to see you
again. I figured the best insurance I had was to still stay
unfamiliar in certain areas.”

“Well, you got pretty familiar.”

“I sure did.”

“You are an interesting man, bleeder.”

“It’s the life of a fighter,” I said,
proudly.

“When is your next fight?”

“In three weeks.” I reached down and felt my
gut. “I need to lose about twelve more pounds.”

“Well, you have three more weeks.”