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bright
California sun. When it came to the end of the conveyor track a wave of
towel-bearing attendants pounced on it, drying it by hand quickly but
carefully.
    The driver looked on like a proud father. It was the first
time that Brody got a really good look at him. He was an older man who looked
to be in his late forties but had  to have actually been on this earth a decade
more than that. His thinning hair was pulled back in a ponytail. A thick,
well-trimmed beard covered the olive skin of his face. He wore silk shirt
unbuttoned to the middle of his chest and several thin chains of white gold. A
pair of gold plated sunglasses covered his eyes.
    When the attendants had finished, Brody saw the owner palm a
hundred dollar bill to one of them. “See you next week,” he said, before
getting in his car and taking off.
    Brody, not wanting to risk being made by hurrying after him
with a wet car, decided that he had done enough for one day. It was getting
late and he hadn’t eaten all day. Might as well pack it in and get to bed
early. He’d pick up the trail again tomorrow.

 
    SIX
    A Chance Encounter
     
    Despite having other things on her mind, Hannah was able to
spend the rest of the weekend studying and getting her errands done. She didn’t
hear from Brody in that time. Then again, she also had not tried to contact him
either. It was probably for the best, at least for the moment.
    Had he been around she wouldn’t have gotten anything done.
Not only would her studies have been neglected, but she was sure that she would
forget to clean or go to the grocery store if he was around to have sex with
her like they had the other day.
    She of course began to wonder if he felt the same way. It
was certainly possible that he had just used her for sex in stereotypical male
fashion. It was possible that the whole thing had been an act. He could have
used the “I’ll be there in forty-five” minutes line with any number of girls in
the past. But as hard as she tried to be pessimistic, it just never stuck. She
had looked into his eyes. And the eyes never lie.
    She met her friends for a Sunday night dinner. She knew that
it was probably a bad idea, but she would have to face them eventually. Might
as well get it over with. Perhaps they would even defy the odds and give her
some good advice on the matter instead of condemning her.
    Besides, it had been too long since she’d had good Korean
food. No matter how annoying her friends were there’s no way they could ruin a
bowlful of kimchi and a plate of savory bulgogi.
    Her friends, however, never ceased to amaze.
    They pecked at her with constant questions.
    “So who was that guy?” Julia asked.
    “What’s his name?” Marissa chimed in.
    “What does he do?” Kelly inquired.
    “How big is he?” Julia asked, with a sly grin.
    “So when are you guys getting married?” Marissa asked,
taking a sip of her pinot grigio.
    The questions went on and on. They started in a playful way
but eventually became more invasive and even malicious.
    “Why would you go home with a strange guy without telling
us?” Kelly accused. “Were you trying to get yourself raped? Or killed?”
    “How do you know this guy’s not just some weirdo?” Julia cut
her off, before Hannah had to chance to answer.
    Hannah endured their barbs. She assumed by their tone that
they had all gone home alone that night despite the attention lavished upon
them by many of the subpar beta-males at the club. It was also clear that they
had spent the remainder of the weekend talking about her amongst themselves.
    The jealousy oozed out of them. It was incredibly unbecoming
and by far the worst she had ever seen them act toward her. They expected her
to be their boring plaything, the one they could criticize for not being any
fun when they themselves made irresponsible decisions. But now that she had
made a rash choice of her own they could not let her live it down. By outdoing
them she had proven how trivial they really