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hates ‘killing the puppies’ hates it even worse when it must be done twice. “Look, Mr. Breckinridge…”
    “It’s…”
    “No, no. Don’t tell me your name,” she insists. “I’m sure what you and Rocky had was…”
    “Amazing!” he finishes.
    His use of the word she had just thought moments ago sways her resolve to pull the trigger, but she must. “I’m sure it was. But, it was just a one-time thing.”
    “Oh, we did it more than…”
    “Stop!” Killer B’s hands are raised to ward off his over sharing. “I always walk into that one.”
    “Always?”
    “I told you at the bar, Rocky is the ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em’ sort.” It tends to get messy if the guys see her again in a chance meet, it dawns on Killer B what Mr. Breckinridge’s intentions were. “You thought that if you showed concern, she’d fall for you.”
    “It’s stupid, I know,” he admits.
    She won’t argue with that, but a thought pops into her head that may help the poor man. “Let me give you some advice that Rocky gave me once. I’ll warn you it’s a little vulgar but effective.” Killer B blushes as she takes the breath needed to extol her friend’s knowledge. “The entire world is looking to fuck you in the ass, that doesn’t mean you have to spit on their cocks for them. Nice guys finish last.”
    Rocky is on her way back from her meeting with the desk clerk. Mr. Breckinridge lets the advice sink in, the sight of his apparently one-time fling approaching now fills him with dread. “I’m just going to go stand somewhere else.”
    “Great news, KB!” Rocky announces with a smile of pride, ignoring the retreating puppy. “I had that pig sweating. Not only do we not have to pay here, we’re comped at the Hammond Grand in Waterloo!”
    “Awesome.”
    “Not entirely,” the smile fades slightly, “the high end fancy rooms are all being fumigated. I could have had us in the Presidential Suite, we’ll have to settle for regular rooms.”
    “Still,” Killer B accepts the good fortune with a shrug. “Now all we have to do is wait for the all clear to get our gear.”
    “Screw that! I drank. I’ve fucked. I’ve showered and napped. I’m ready to hit the road. We do need to get Jan to the hospital,” Rocky heads towards the hotel. “Load up the girls, I’m getting’ our shit!”
    “They said we have to wait for the firemen.”
    “Bitch, have you met me?”

11
     
    Mr. Breckinridge, Archie Mead, watches the woman that has raised the bar for every sexual partner he will ever have for the rest of his life push one last load of suitcases to their tour bus. Soon she will be heading out of town and he will be able to cease his childish crush. Even before she is out of sight, the hold she has on his heart, more accurately his crotch, weakens. He tells himself that she is too old for him anyway, he knows she will only break his heart. More than likely cheat on him while on the road with the derby circuit. Archie knows he will cherish his memories for a very long time, vivid lurid memories that no one would ever believe even if he was the type to kiss and tell. The fevered images stir his arousal, and also his guilt, the afterglow Archie bathes in darkens. With Rocky no longer within reach, he recalls why he had come to Breckinridge, for Amber.
    A mental snapshot eclipses the steamy recollections, a girl his own age with brown eyes one could get lost in and a smile that never fails to warm his heart. He has just two-timed the perfect girl, a girl he has never met. Archie has only seen her online, the image of her he sees in his mind’s eye is her Gander profile picture.
    He fell in love with her from the moment he first laid his cursor upon her, a comment she sent thanking him for adding her to a horror art group he moderates. It took him weeks to build the nerve to go to her page. He was so nervous, as if he had entered her bedroom, as he tiptoed down her infinite scroll of posts. The pictures of rotting