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the one Missy lived in when she was younger. 
They reminisced over the hang outs they frequented in their younger days.  Even
though Marcy was a few years older than Missy, she was surprised they had never
met before, especially since she was the same age as Nicole.  The guys laughed
at their quick camaraderie and went on discussing the game displayed on the
television of the bar. 
    "Men!" Marcy shook her head and looked down,
"You put them in front of a television and they lose all focus of the
world around them."
    Cade pinched Marcy's ass making her yelp a little,
then giggle.  He turned his attention back to the screen.
    Brandon smiled at Missy and kissed her nose before returning
to the conversation the men were having.
    "You've really done a number on that one,"
Marcy said quietly trying to speak so the men didn't hear.  "I have never
seen him like that."
    "Really?  How long have you known
Brandon?"
    Marcy thought for a second, "Around four years
now, I guess; he introduced Cade and me."
    Marcy looked back at the guys, who were still
focused on the game, and rolled her eyes.  "Come on."  Marcy pulled
Missy to her feet.  "Let's go play a game of pool." 
    "Man, she really has you pussy whipped," 
Mark gushed as he turned to watch the women leave, not taking his eyes off of
Missy's ass.
    Brandon glanced at Mark giving a warning glare. 
Brandon didn't understand exactly how he was feeling for Missy but he WAS NOT
whipped.
    "She must be good.  Maybe I'll take her for a
drive when you're finished."  Mark continued as he sucked down his fifth
beer.
    Cade stared and waited for it.  He knew it was
coming.  Brandon didn't make him wait long, he jumped out of his chair, reared
back and punched Mark square in the nose.  "What the hell dude?" 
Mark whined grabbing a napkin and wiping the blood pouring out of his nostril.
    Missy and Marcy observed from the pool table in disbelief. 
"Marcy, I'm not feeling so well, can you take me home?" Missy asked,
still shocked at what Brandon had just done. 
    "Sure, let me go grab my purse and tell Cade. 
I'll meet you outside."
    "So do those two always go at it like
that?" Missy asked Marcy after they left the parking lot. 
    "No, usually we all just ignore the stupid shit
that comes out of Mark's mouth.  Most of the time he is a really good guy.  I
mean other than the whole womanizing issue."  Marcy chuckled.  "They've
all been friends since high school, anyway when he drinks he turns into a real
dick."
    Marcy added, "Cade told me he was talking shit
about you so I guess that's where Brandon drew the line."
    When they pulled in front of Missy's building, Missy
gave Marcy a melancholy smile. "Thanks for the ride.  I'm sure after some
rest I'll feel better."  Missy didn't know if rest would do the trick
though.  She had seen Brandon out with his friends twice now and both times he
flew into a heated rage.  Missy recognized she was starting to feel strongly
about him, but she didn't sign on as an anger management counselor.  The
knowledge that both times he had lost his temper were because of her didn't
escape her mind either. 
    "Don't worry over tonight.  Those guys will
make up in no time."  Marcy threw Missy a sympathetic wave and drove away.

Chapter 12
    Brandon sat and pouted after the women left.  He was
not going to run after her, especially tonight.  He was NOT whipped.  After
twenty minutes of staring at the television Brandon was done.  "Screw this
shit guys, I'm going home." 
    Mark sighed, "Dude I am really sorry.  I didn't
know you were into the chick like that."
    Brandon shrugged it off.  "I'd of probably
messed it up soon anyway," he said and headed out the door. 
    Brandon contemplated going over to Missy's.  He
pushed that idea away as quick as it came.  His hand was still red and swollen,
so he chose to head for home to hide in the corner and lick his wounds.  This
was getting too serious too soon anyway. 
    After two aspirin and a cold