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He was an aggressive tooth brusher. He came to bed with a mouth clean but bloodied, and he demanded she kiss him. How’s next week? she asked

They sit side by side and watch the rain fall. The sky is the color of steel. We should, he says. But you don’t even know my name, she says.

There were drinks. A lot of them. And couplings that would mean nothing the next day. Except for one. That one didn’t mean anything already.

He lay there breathless, a beatific smile on his face. What was that? he asked. He was kind of deep so she said, Buddhist. But it was Cosmo.

He knew he’d done wrong. He felt it like a cold shower. His nipples were rock hard. But that’s what got him into trouble in the first place.

They wash the mud off their faces and flirt awkwardly and laugh. You have some on your shirt, he says. Where? she asks. And the game was on.

What started as a street brawl, with punches, kicks and rolling around, degenerated into a well choreographed orgy when Chris brought lotion