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ignored that betting shit. I saw how it wore my mother down so damn hard.
    I’m standing here, staring at all these damn mattresses, and I have no clue what to pick.
    Last night I made the decision I was becoming too comfortable already. I need to move on from here. Pack up what little shit I have strewn across the apartment and head out. Maybe try California or Florida. I decided it’s time to get some perspective in my life, get away from any ties.
    Yep, get away from any ties. That’s me, big man made up his mind.
    And here I am, trying out new mattresses. The saleswoman is trying to use her looks on me to buy the biggest and best one. She ain’t bad looking at all, but she doesn’t have Aaliyah’s looks. Not at all.
    I finally find one that fits my taste. Thankfully they will deliver it to me because I sure as hell don’t think the thing with its motor lifting bed thing will fit on top of my Suburban. It’s a pretty expensive bed that moves in all kinds of positions and changes how hard or soft it is. Why I need all that shit is way beyond me. But, fuck me, if it don’t feel like heaven to lay on.
    “Well, fuck,” I mutter as I get into the SUV. If I am going to be upgrading my bedroom I might as well do it right. I am pretty sure if I get a bed like I just did I need to get sheets.
    I make it home around four with the back of my vehicle loaded with things that I found at the local shopping mall and electronic stores.
    The TV I fit into my room is massive, and all I can think of is how absurd it would be to watch porn on the thing. I mean, damn, the women in it would look larger than I am.
    I unpack most of the stuff, setting up the apartment to look more like a home than empty shell. The living room itself now has a couch that will be delivered tomorrow, and a new TV stand for the TV sitting there.
    Around four-thirty, I hear my stomach growling as I throw a bunch of boxes into the apartment dumpster outside. I look and see Aaliyah’s car there, making the quick decision to place an order for some pizza. I need a good meal, and I did say it was my turn tonight.
    I head back upstairs, and continue to unpack some of the stuff I need like the lamp in the living room, and a few pots and pans for the kitchen. I even bought real eating utensils instead of boxes of plastic ones.
    I had asked for the driver to call me when they arrived and I accept the delivery as I am dropping off the last of the boxes at the dumpster.
    Grabbing the pizzas, I walk over to Aaliyah’s apartment. Knocking with one hand, I juggle the pizzas and a two liter of soda.
    Answering the door in a pair of jean cut-offs and a tight t-shirt, I am momentarily speechless as I stare at her body, face and hair. She is stunning and sexy as always. Those lips look delicious as she talks to me and then frowns.
    “Seamus, are you even listening to me?”
    Shaking my head. “Huh?”
    “Oh my god, are you really that dense?”
    I say, “Huh, me dense? Probably. Anyways, I figured you probably had a long day so I got us some pizza. My day sucked, lots of shopping for house crap, ya know?”
    I walk into the apartment and lean down. I kiss her cheek and murmur, “You look fantastic.”
    She sputters as I keep on moving to the dining room. “Seamus, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
    “Huh?” I set the food and soda down. Spying Mina walking out of her bedroom, I bend down to sweep her up in my arms. She squeals with happiness as I plant a light peck on her cheek.
    “What are you doing with my child?” Aaliyah asks, walking over to me to pull Mina out of my arms. She sets her down at the little kids table in the living room, it has mickey mouse all over it and a couple of open cups of playdoh.
    “I told you last night that it was a one-time thing?”
    “Yeah, but I said it was my turn tonight,” I say. She may have said that to me but her lips pressing right back against mine tells me different things. “Anyways, Mina told me it was