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think I’m just going to quit while I’m ahead.” I glanced out the window looking into the backyard, praying Troy would let it go.
               “So how does one actually measure how well they can shoulder things? Is there like a scale you go by? Do you walk down the street and think, ‘Wow, he sure does have a set of shoulders on him.’?”
               “You’re an ass.”
               “I’m not an ass.”
               “Yes, you are. Total ass.”
               “Oh, so now we are talking asses. I’m partial to a good ass too. So you measure asses the same way you measure shoulders. Should I turn around?” Troy set his cup down turned around and braced his arms on the counter.
               “I can’t believe this is happening.”
               “Oh, it’s happening alright. Do I need to shake it for you? Flex it? Or, is it all about the feel?” Troy stood up straight and reached around, squeezing his own ass.
               I covered my eyes and burst out laughing. I couldn’t watch any more.
               “Holy shit. What the hell did I just walk into?”
               I whipped my hands off my eyes and saw Meg and Cyn standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Their eyes were glued to Troy, who still had his hands on his ass, but he was now looking over his shoulder at them.
               “Marley likes my shoulders. I was trying to find out if she liked my ass before you two walked in. Ever hear of knocking?” Troy still had his hands on his ass. Was he going to stand like that all day?
               “We did knock, no one answered. Dude, stop feeling yourself up,” Meg replied, tearing her horrified gaze away from Troy and glanced at me.
               I gave a little wave, unsure of what to say to someone who had just seen a guy groping himself, asking me if I liked his ass.
               “I smell coffee.” Cyn walked over to the coffee pot and held her hand out to Troy. He reached up in the cabinet and handed her a cup.
               “Me too, cowboy,” Meg ordered, holding her hand.
               “I’m gonna have to make another pot with you two here.”
               “Please, even if we wouldn’t have shown up, you would have made another pot. Coffee runs through your veins.” Meg held her cup out to Cyn who filled it up and they both came to sit at the table with me.
               “There’s a dog under your table,” Meg said, leaning over to glance under the table.
               “It’s Bandit,” Troy said, his arms crossed over his chest.
               “Holy shit, buddy. I didn’t even know you were here!” Meg slid out of her chair and crawled under the table with Bandit.
               After Troy and I had sat down to eat breakfast, Bandit had curled up by my feet and hadn’t moved. His tail was wagging like crazy, beating against the leg of the table, but he had yet to move away from me.
               “I should have brought Bluesy over if I had known you were here, handsome,” Meg cooed from under the table.
               “Um, does anyone what to tell her she’s sitting under the table?” I asked, laughing.
               “There’s no point. She’s weird,” Cyn said, rolling her eyes.
               “Hey, we’re all fucking weird, I just don’t care who sees my weird,” Meg called.
               “I don’t think she could hide it if she wanted to,” Troy chuckled.
               “If I cared, I would so be offended by that,” Meg said, crawling out from under the table and sat back in her chair.
               “How come Bandit won’t come out from under the table?” Cyn asked, glancing under the table.
               Bandit had curled up by my feet again after his visit with Meg.
               “He likes Marley. He hasn’t left her