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hundred and thirty-pound biker looking for a snack at night, he doesn’t really get the whole concept of moderation.
    “You stole cake from a pregnant chick?” Esè gasps. “Man, that’s cold.”
    I smile smugly. “That’s okay. He’s gonna pay for it.”
    Dawson reaches around and cups my ass. “Baby that’s one bill I don’t mind payin’.”
     
    ~*~
     
    Caterina is flipping through a magazine on the kitchen island by the time I tiptoe down the stairs.
    “She’s out,” I give the update on Sasha. “Want some wine?”
    Cat’s eyes look up from behind the gossip rag. “Uhm. You serious?”
    I nod and bounce my way over to the small wine fridge under the cabinet. “Yup. I’m going to enjoy watching you drink it for the both of us. White?”
    I don’t even wait for her to answer as I don’t really care for red wine, and even if I’m only living vicariously through her, then I’m gonna do it all the way.
    My fingers blindly reach for the bottle opener and push them both toward Cat while I retrieve two wine glasses from the top cupboard. Their stems echo as I place them down on the countertop with an almost musical ringing.
    There’s the hollow popping sound as the cork is released and the gentle splashing of the liquid against the sides of the goblet. While Cat’s busying herself playing bartender, I withdraw the cold jug of apple juice from the fridge and use it to fill the empty goblet perched next to hers.
    “Cheers,” Cat toasts, holding her drink up and waiting for me to clink.
    The rims of our glasses kiss each other before parting. “No homework tonight?”
    Cat’s in the thick of a busy semester, having transferred schools locally. “I can’t stare at another textbook right now.”
    I remember those days. “Chase holding up well with it all?”
    The two of them are like a puzzle I’m trying to figure out. He’s crazy about her, she’s definitely got a thing for him, yet the two of them are either on fire one minute or like oil and water the next.
    I think half the reason I like spending so much time with her is because I get more insight into what the hell is really happening over there.
    “He says he is. I’m not really sure, though. Time will tell. I mean, he knows where my priorities are right now.” Cat sips her chilled cabernet.’
    I follow suit with my juice. “And where exactly are your priorities?”
    She must be tasting the flavor of the wine, because her mouth moves and swishes as she buys herself some time before answering. “School. Family. Then him.”
    “I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that these men aren’t used to being anything but number one on someone else’s list. It’s not something they know how to deal with. But, they can learn, and he’ll have to. If you two really want to be together, you’ll figure out a way to make it work. Just… screw his brains out and give him a reason to want to keep coming back. The rest will all fall into place.”
    Cat laughs, nearly spewing her drink. “Trust me. That’s one area where we are definitely both on the same page. We’ll see if sex is enough to carry us through the next few years until I’m done with med school. If not, well, then it might just turn into a friend with benefits situation.”
    I wince at that term. I’ve always hated it. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out. But, a word of advice… These guys only know two speeds when it comes to women. They either fuck ‘em and leave ‘em, or they make them theirs. It’s about time they realized there’s a whole lot of room in between those two possibilities.”
    It’s a lesson that I’m going to sit back and enjoy watching Cat teach her biker.
    We toast again, with our nearly empty glasses to the challenge of modernizing this somewhat archaic group. If anyone can do it, I know Cat can.
    Our drinks are finished, some more girl talk and chit chat and glasses put in the sink about an hour later, when Cat yawns while taking her exit.
    Dawson