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seems nice,” I said. “A real… free spirit.”
    “She’s a writer,” Kristi replied. “She even does serious journalism sometimes, but not if it gets in the way of screwing. She always finds the time to screw guys that she has nothing in common with.”
    “You know what they say, variety is the spice of life.”
    “You’ve had enough variety for five lifetimes. Come on, let’s get down to work.”
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    “ T hose answers make me sound really boring,” I said to Kristi, as we fired off an email to the journalist.
    “Better than making you sound like a sexist pig.”
    “I still don’t think it’s sexist to say that I chose to play in California partly because the women are prettier. Can’t you people take a compliment?”
    “I stand corrected. You’re not sexist at all.”
    I stared at Kristi as she typed up some notes on her computer. I’d become a footballer because I loved having half-naked women throw themselves at me. I now realized that working in an office might not be all that bad after all.
    The repairman hadn’t shown up to fix the air conditioning, so Kristi eventually slipped off her suit jacket and opened a few buttons on her blouse. If I looked at the right angle, I could see the tops of her firm breasts, and even caught a bead of sweat slowly drip down between them.
    I wanted to bury my head between her breasts, stick out my tongue, and lick the bead of sweat as if it were the succulent juices between her legs.
    “Can I help you?” Kristi asked.
    “Huh.” I looked up to see her staring at me. Damn, I wasn’t usually that obvious. Quarterbacks had to be good at misdirection, and I prided myself and being able to check out a woman without them noticing. Not this time. “Sorry, lost in my thoughts.”
    “I don’t want to know.”
    “Yes, you do. I was thinking about how you might want to open a few more buttons on that blouse, what with it being hot and all.”
    “I’m fine like this, thank you.”
    “Yeah, you’re fine all right. You know what just occurred to me?”
    “No, you’re not having a threesome with me and my sister. That’s gross.”
    “I wasn’t thinking that, but it’s good to know where your mind is. No, I was thinking about what a coincidence it was that you brought me back here when the apartment just happened to have no air conditioning. Anyone would think you wanted an opportunity to get half-naked in front of me.”
    “Oh my God, do you really believe half the crap that comes out of your mouth? Or do you just say it out of habit?”
    “You can’t deny that it’s a coincidence.”
    “Look at this place,” Kristi said, motioning around the apartment with her hands. “It’s a dive. I count myself fortunate on the days when we have electricity, let alone air conditioning.”
    “It’s not that bad,” I said honestly. It was a two-bedroom apartment in San Francisco. Those didn’t come cheap, regardless of the quality. Tasha must do alright for herself, because Kristi probably didn’t earn anything right now.
    Talking about the heat made me realize that Kristi wasn’t the only one sweating. “Mind if I take off my shirt?” I asked.
    “You don’t have anything on underneath.”
    “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
    “Fine,” she muttered. “Screw it, I’m getting changed as well.”
    “You’re going to take off your shirt?” I asked excitedly.
    “Yep. And then I’m going to put on another one.”
    Kristi disappeared to the bedroom and came back out in a large, baggy t-shirt that was so big I almost missed the shorts she’d also slipped into. I now had a great view of her legs, but couldn’t see any of her chest. Win some, lose some I guess.
    I peeled off my shirt, and sat there casually wearing only a pair of shorts. Other women were usually desperate to get at my dick at this point, but all Kristi wanted to do was keep working. It was like to she was oblivious to the perfect male body.
    “I’ve been thinking,” Kristi