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was a text. He opened it: U BUSY?
    Joni.
    He curved his lips into a smile as he continued running in place. Joni was fine, sexy . . . and uncomplicated. No phone calls throughout the days. No desire to be wined and dined. No misconceptions of “it” being any more than what it was. Two adults fulfilling each other’s desires . . . no strings attached.
    Joni never contacted him unless she had some work for him to do for a couple of hours. He stopped running as he thought about taking her up on her offer. She’s hell with that tongue. . . .
    He looked back from the direction he had come. He could run and be to Joni’s house on Frontland Circle in less than five minutes . . . but there was no way in hell he would have the stamina to run back afterward. No way in hell.
    But. . .
    Quint texted her back: Be there in ten minutes.
    I’ll run home and get my truck, instead.
    Bzzz.
    Quint opened the text: HURRY.
    He headed back the way he came, and soon he was turning through the short brick columns flanking the entrance to the apartment complex. He pulled up short when he spotted Mr. Hanson from Apartment 12 coming out of the apartment of Mrs. Kilton. He wondered what Mrs. Hanson and Sergeant Kilton would think about it. Mrs. Hanson worked at night, and Sergeant Kilton was on a tour. While the cats are away . . .
    Quint wasn’t one to judge, and he understood the childish urges of most men. However, having been on the receiving end of unknowingly sharing his wife’s goodies, he didn’t respect cheating. An adult walked away from a relationship that wasn’t fulfilling, emotionally or sexually. They didn’t find a side piece to supposedly do the job.
    But that was their problem. Not mine.
    â€œHey, Quint,” Mr. Hanson said, walking past him to head for the stairs. “Damn good night, ain’t it?”
    Quint said nothing and just nodded as he pulled out his keys as he moved to the door of his apartment.
    â€œUh . . . Quint.”
    He turned to find the tall and thin older man coming back down the few steps he climbed to walk over to him.
    â€œYeah?” Quint asked.
    â€œI was just dropping off their mail that was put in our box by mistake,” Mr. Hanson said before laughing nervously.
    â€œHuh?” Quint said, playing crazy.
    The man looked surprised. “Uhm . . . nothing . . . n-never mind,” he stammered before turning to jog up the stairs.
    Quint just shook his head as he entered the apartment. “Leave me out of that shit,” he muttered as he headed for Lei’s room.
    Man, save them lies for your wife.
    He raised his hand to knock on his daughter’s door, but he turned his head at the sound of the toilet flushing to look at the bathroom door across the hall. He continued down the hall to his master bedroom, which was decorated in various shades of charcoal with black leatherlike accents. He felt sweaty from the run and decided on a quick shower before he headed to Joni’s.
    Jerking off the earphones, he tossed his keys, wallet, and cell phone on the bed before rushing out of his running clothes and boxers. Naked, he strode across the slightly disheveled room to his en suite. It was relatively small for his height and athletic build, but he didn’t complain. He was a simple man; and for him a bathroom was a place to wash and relieve himself. It didn’t take a minimansion-sized room for that.
    Quint turned the showerhead on full blast and didn’t step behind the black curtain until steam began to coat the mirror over the sink and fill the small space. Beneath the sprayer he enjoyed the feel of the water pelting against the muscles of his shoulders, back, and buttocks before turning to let it flatten the soft hairs on his chest and the thick, curly bush surrounding his long dick. He closed his eyes and leaned forward to let the water coat his bald scalp.
    He thought of Joni leaving her front door open for him, and he would enter