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disapprovingly like the other parishioners, oh no. Missy always eyes me like I’m a piece of candy she wants to take a bite out of.
    I shake my head, chuckle a little as I soap up my body. Missy sure got her wish last night…and then some. Fuck, I have to admit what she did to me felt good, really good, but what a mistake.
    Hopefully, Missy will be more successful at keeping her mouth shut than she was last night behind the Anchor Inn. I groan a little at the thought of her making a big deal out of what happened. God, girls and their expectations, reading shit into anything physical that occurs. I hope Missy realizes our little tryst was a one-time deal. Somehow I doubt I’ll be so lucky.
    I turn so the steaming water hits my back. I have the sneaking suspicion Missy, surely in church at this very moment, is probably looking back and wondering why I am not there. I can picture it perfectly: Missy—who always positions herself between her portly mom and some hot chick I’ve not yet had the pleasure of meeting—sitting there, not listening to Mass. Instead she’s surely thinking about last night and hoping it meant something, like I’m into her or something. Dream on, sweetheart.
    Now, if the mystery-hot chick who sits next to Missy had been the one to walk into the bar last night, I’d be singing an entirely different tune today. First off, I never would have treated Hot Chick the way I treated Missy, even if she is hot as fuck. Hot Chick just seems too…I don’t know…fragile maybe.
    She’s a slender, tiny little thing. Pretty too, in a classic but understated kind of way. I like her delicate features, her porcelain skin, and the mane of chestnut-colored hair that flows down her back. And I really like her heart-shaped ass and the shapely legs she shows off in pretty dresses. Not to mention her perky tits that she tries to hide under pastel cardigan sweaters. Damn, I like those too.
    My dick reminds me of just how much I like Hot Chick’s assets as I finish showering. I think about lingering a few extra minutes, but there’s really no time for that , so I push down on my length and turn off the water.
    Grabbing a towel from the bar by the sink, I dry off and give myself some time to cool down. I pad back into the bedroom, tamping down any lingering lust-ridden thoughts, and pondering how the fuck I’ve never run into this hot chick before, seeing as she seems to be around my age.
    She must be new to Harmony Creek, I conclude, because I never once saw her back when I was living here. I would definitely recollect if I had met her .
    If she is new to town I bet she lives south of Market Street—the main thoroughfare running through town. South of Market is where all the important people live—the mayor, members of the town council, prominent business owners, and the like.
    I should know; my family once lived there. Back before we moved to Vegas, back when I was a different person, on a different path.
    Whatever.
    In any case, Hot Chick sure looks like she’d fit in down there south of Market—all prim and proper in her girly-girl dresses and pastel sweaters. I guess what I’m saying is that she’s someone who wouldn’t be caught dead with the likes of me. Maybe the person I was a long time ago would’ve had a chance, but the damaged man I’ve become doesn’t deserve someone good and wholesome like that. I’m doomed to make due with the Missy Metzgers of the world.
    It’s almost noon and Mass should be letting out, which is great. By the time I get over to the church everyone will be gone. I’d rather not go at all, but I have to stop by and pick something up. Now that summer vacation has officially begun, Father Maridale has all these painting projects for me to start on. Most are over in the school next to the church. I’m supposed to get started tomorrow bright and early. But I don’t yet have a key, so I need to pick one up. Unfortunately, that entails a visit to the church, and a face-to-face