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women who used their feminine charms to get what they wanted.  Now, he wasn’t so sure.  He didn’t believe Zhané had ulterior motives.  In fact , he felt just the opposite.  She was a classy woman.  The moment presented itself, and she was very mature about getting what she wanted.  He didn’t fault her for that.  Now he c ouldn’t get her out of his mind.
    For days, he’d relieved their encounter.  The sweet smell of her perfume wafting through the elevator cab.  Her soft lips pulling at his.  Her velvety tongue dueling seductively in his mouth .  The feel of her round, soft ass cradled in his palms.  The warm wetness that enveloped him as he thrust insi de her over and over again.  He’d had his share of sex ual conquests , but nothing as explo sive as his experience with Zhané . 
    When she left him in the elevator that day, he wasn’t sure what to say or do.  He’d never been stumped for words.  He called out to her, but she was gone, swallowed by the downpour outside.  Although s he’d vanished, her words remained to haunt him.  She’d had the nerve to call him out about his motives.  He was not hosting Bro-mance 101 as an act of revenge.  His show was about helping the fellas move on , just like he’d done with his ex-girlfriend. 
    Yeah, right. Who are you kidding?  It took you a year to get rid of the toothbr ush she left in your bathroom!
    “ What do you think?” the caller continued.  “S hould I just hit it and have a little fun with her. Can I take a woman seriously who screwed me the first night w e met?”
    Dev lin gave the caller an honest answer.  “Y es …you can take her serious .  You don’t give yourself enough credit , man . Just be cause she had sex with you doesn’t mean she’ s the type of woman to do it with everyone. Maybe she felt a connection with you. Give her a break.”
    Silence clouded the line as the ca ller seemed to mull it over.  “You’ re right ,” the man finally said.  “ I mean, damn, I got skills.   Maybe she was feeling me like that. ”
    “That’s right!”
    “I can’t assume she’s a slut just because my homies say so.”
    “Now, you’ve got it.”
    “We could have a made a love connection.”
    “Well, I wouldn’t take it that far, but you get my point.”
    “Thanks man.  I gotta go.  I’m at work, and I don’t need to get caught on the phone.”
    Devlin laughed , and then took a few more calls before going to commercial break.  The minute the mic was on mute, Ramon burst into the studio, pulling loose the fat knot of his abstract patterned tie.
    “What the hell is wrong, Dev? Did somebody spike your latte?”
    Devlin chuckled .  “What are you talking about?” 
    “ What’s with the warm and fuzzy feelings ?  It’s as if…as if…you’re getting in touch with your feminine side.  God forbid!  This is not your usual blend of advice.”
    Devlin batted the air as if swatting a horsefly.  “ You’re nuts , man . ”
    Ramon waved a piece of paper in Devlin’s face before reading it aloud.  “The Devlin I know wouldn’t say, ‘Not all women are bad.’ And ‘c’mon man, you need to put yourself in your girlfriend’s shoes.’   Oh, and the coup de gra s : ‘Relationships are a give and take , bro .  You can’t do all the taking and no giving.’   Ramon squinted in a feeble attempt to give Devlin the evil eye.  “ I feel like you got kidnapped and brainwashed by a bunch of bra-burning feminists !”
    Devlin smirked.  “ It was actually one panty-dropping feminist –and she would not appreciate the ‘ kidn a pping ’ remark. ”
    “ I’m serious , Devlin . ”
    “Me too.”  The look of confusion on Ramon’s face was so comical Devlin was compelled to launch into a discussion a bout his encounter with Zhané in the elevator last week .
    “And you say she was looking for me?” Ramon asked incredulously. 
    Devlin leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.