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    Rob drove his nearly-new black BMW south with Brian in the passenger seat. As Brian looked out the window, he decided to try to put Natalie out of his mind while on break. He decided he might even try to talk to women about something other than tennis, as Rob had suggested. He struggled to think of some sample topics.
    Rob looked over at him. "As I said, Laura will want me to stay over with her a couple nights, at least. We haven’t seen each other since Christmas Break, and the last time I spoke to her on the phone, she sounded really freaking horny... like I’ve never heard her before, you know?"
    Brian nodded. "Good for you. I’ll find something to do, and I’ve got schoolwork to catch up on anyway."
    "Oh, we’ll definitely hang out some. I’m not going to dump you down there and take off. Anyway, I cleared it with my mom, and she’s totally cool with it… Look she’s still going through a hard time right now—divorce. My dad’s basically a dick who cheated on her. So, if she’s, like, depressed or just staring at the pool like a zombie or something, it’s because of that."
    As they crossed the state line into Florida, Rob said, "And no thinking about Natalie. You are missing the prime get laid time in your life by waiting for her, and all because she can do that thing with her leg over her head. It’s stupid. You’ll look back in a few years on all the opportunities you missed and hit yourself in the nuts over it."
    Brian shook his head, slightly offended. "It’s not stupid. The leg thing is pretty awesome, dude. Have you pictured in your mind what she’d look like doing that... completely naked? She can hold her leg up there for like thirty minutes." Brian glanced at Rob. Rob wasn’t buying any of it. Brian curled his lip then turned and stared straight out the window and said as he drifted far away, "Wow... She is..." Then he exhaled loudly in an odd, sex-offender sort of way.
    Rob said, "Okay, that was creepy. Yeah, she’s really flexible, and that could have its advantages in certain areas, but if your thing never gets anywhere near the leg thing, then you’re just some douchebag who wasted his best college years pining away over some female version of Gumby."
    "You’re right. I know you’re right."
     

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    As they pulled into the driveway, Brian’s eyes lit up. The house was a huge stucco mansion with a palm tree-lined driveway and beautiful landscaping. They arrived just after four in the afternoon and were a few hours early. The front of the house featured a huge two-story archway that led to double-beveled glass front doors, accented with a large fanlight that stretched nearly to the top of the arch. Large travertine tiles adorned the foyer, and the rest of the house featured 10-foot ceilings, 8-foot doors, large moldings, and built-ins. He thought it must be at least three or four times the size of his family’s modest 2,000-square-foot home.
    Awestruck, Brian walked through the foyer, toward the kitchen, as Rob tossed his duffle bag carelessly on the wide-planked dark hardwood floors of the great room. Rob called for his mother, and when she didn’t answer, he directed Brian through the patio doors for a look at the pool and tennis court while he went upstairs to find her.
    Brian walked out to the backyard. The pool was large and free form in shape, with lagoon-like landscaping and detailed hardscaping. Big, comfortable-looking lounge chairs dotted the patio area, which also featured an outdoor kitchen with a fireplace. To the right of the pool, Brian spotted the tennis court. Smiling, he headed that way.
    As he got closer, Brian stopped in his tracks at the sight of a woman lying face down on one of the lounge chairs. He stood speechless while taking in the scene. She wore a white micro-bikini bottom that must have only provided about four inches of coverage at its widest point, near the top of her perfectly-shaped rear end. Lower down, the suit's coverage quickly