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    I’d wanted to go out dancing with Hendrix, but I’m not going to let this get me down. Instead, tonight will be ladies’ night! It’s on now! I call Lizzie. A little persuasion will be required to convince her to go to a country bar with me, but she will give in! Lizzie doesn’t share my love of country music. She thinks it’s too whiney. She jokes around with me saying that if their woman ain’t leaving them then their dog is. Then she starts in with the songs about trucks. That girl just ain’t got good sense. Doesn’t she know how hot all these country singers are?

Man, today was another grueling day. Hot as hell. With the extra physical labor, my energy is zapped, but I need to get away from working on the house for a while, away from all of the demands of just being me. I want to cut loose and be someone else for a few hours, find a warm body to hold and release a little built up frustration. A hook-up isn’t a bad thing, as long as you both know the game beforehand so no one gets hurt. I can’t stand to see a woman get hurt over a man doing her wrong, I vow to never be a man like that. When I’m with a woman, I’m loyal to a fault. She knows she’s the only one for me. We may not be in love, but I won’t be with anyone else. I’ve seen enough and been through too much to ever cheat. If we aren’t serious, then we both agree about that too. Some women have a hard time believing how much time I spend making sure we are on the same page, but treating women with respect is important, end of story. I’ve watched my mom go through hell, and be hospitalized for depression over my dad cheating on her. I could never do that to a woman. I never want to put anyone through what my mom has been through.
    As I head out, I hear my mom call from the kitchen.
    “Cash, before you leave will you run this peach cobbler over to the Jacksons’ with this thank you note for the jelly?”
    That was some good jelly, we had some this morning. “Sure mom, let me get my hat.” I have a thing about my cowboy hat when I go out. I don’t go out without it. I’m not a cowboy or anything. I just like my hat. “Did you make us some, too?”
    “Do you ever think about anything other than food?” She swats my bottom and tells me to get across the street.
    If she only knew what has been going through my mind today, she wouldn’t be sending me to the Jacksons’. I wonder if I’ll get another peek at their granddaughter.
    I knock on the Jacksons’ door figuring a few seconds will pass before one of them can answer. The door creaks open a tad then opens all the way. I almost drop the cobbler.
    “Hey, you must be Cash. Come on in.”
    I apparently misjudged the Jacksons’ granddaughter. She turns and walks to the kitchen shaking her ass a little. This isn’t a little girl at all. This is a fine ass woman. I follow her, but not too close because I want a good view. She has on jean shorts which have those shiny things that draw all my attention to her ass, but I don’t need any help with that as my eyes are there already. And damn, those boots she’s wearing wakes “Johnny” up.
    Bailey turns and catches me eyeing her ass. She snaps her fingers in front of my face. “Cash?”
    “Uh, yeah, I’m Cash. You’re Bailey?”
    She smiles.
    I swear it lights up the whole freaking room. I try to get control and quit making a fool of myself. “It’s really nice to meet you. Uh, here is a cobbler. We wanted to thank y’all for the jelly.” I’m going to shut up now, I feel at a loss for words.
    “Oh gee, I’m sorry. Did she pawn one of those dreadful jars of jelly off on you?” She laughs.
    Behind me, I hear someone else coming through the door.
    “Bailey, you were right. He does have the body of…”
    Bailey is shooting daggers at the girl behind me.
    What? Go ahead and finish. I turn to see a blonde dressed similar to Bailey. She is cute as a button, but doesn’t have nearly the same sex appeal as