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Still, I kind of thought I’d have to quit Two Fine. Glad I don’t. I like it, fast-paced, good tips, and great staff.”
    Zane grabbed the TV remote from the table. “So how did your first two days go at Triple R?”
    “Better than I expected. I already have four clients booked for weekly appointments, one for twice a week, and I’m thinking I’ll get this girl, Presley, to commit to me tomorrow.”
    “You make it sound like she’s going to marry you.” He switched the TV channel.
    “What did you say?” I suspended my searching of the magazines. My heart tripped in a weird and fast rhythm when I replayed his words in my mind.
    He shook his head. “Fuck. I don’t remember.” His shoulders shrugged away his interest in the question. “Anyway, did you ever call Yori’s sister?”
    “Yes.”
    Zane’s lips tipped into a creepy smile and raised his eyebrows. “So are you going to do it?”
    “Yes.” I attempted to read a magazine article on nutrition.
    Zane knew better than to continue asking questions, especially when I only gave him one-word answers. Soon I would stop answering the questions, which were grating on my patience and none of his business, and ignore him.
    “Wanna go to lunch?” He smartly changed the subject.
    “Only if you’re buying, little brother.”
    After he showered and put on more than lounge pants, we drove to Petrow’s for delicious burgers with combo onion rings/fries and chocolate shakes. I didn’t eat like this every day, but my brother did.
    Zane inherited Mom’s incredible metabolism. Plus, his all-night workouts with the wonder twins probably burned whatever extra calories he consumed during the day. He was an avid soccer player during the summer, and quickness was a benefit to staying trim. He accomplished whatever fitness goals he had in our home gym in the basement. I tried the machine. Didn’t hate it. Just preferred the Triple R atmosphere.
    I worked hard to maintain my chiseled body. Zane liked his leaner—a personal choice that I supported as long as he was healthy about it, but eating this greasy, albeit delicious, crap every day was a ticket to cardiac problems. That said, I was far from obsessive about my own body. I didn’t ingest a protein/supplement shake for every meal, and I didn’t cut and bulk like competitive bodybuilders. I stayed healthy with reasonable nutrition and smart training.
    When we arrived back at the duplex, we spent time cleaning up the yard. It had been a long winter, and as far as I could tell, Zane hadn’t made an effort on the yard the last two years he owned the place. My brother was less than thrilled with my suggestion to get the work done, but he didn’t complain.
    After we finished, we sat in the living room watching DVR-recorded comedy shows.
    “A, a, a, a, a … b, b, b, b … c, c, c, c…” Zane imitated the gut-busting instructions to improve his oral skills in the bedroom.
    “Shape up, Saylor! Vaginas deserve respect!” I added.
    “That’s ‘cause penises is easy and vaginas is hard.” We both cracked up.
    We watched several more episodes to pass the time and entertain our inner immature teenage boys. Our dad had raised us right and the immaturity would cease quickly, but it was still entertaining to let go with Zane. I’d never tell the pain in my ass, but I’d missed him.
    After making and sharing dinner, I packed a bag with a robe and flip-flops.
    “Have fun, bro. Don’t get too excited,” Zane quipped as I left through the front door.
    I flipped him the bird and slammed the door. Had to admit, I was a little nervous. Maybe that is a good thing in this case.
    As I entered my black Ford F-150 XLT, the girls from next door, Yori and Britney, walked down their steps and across the driveway for their nightly Zane visit. Yori was an Asian-American woman in her early twenties, a petite beauty at 5’1”, with perfectly shaped, classic red-rose lips and dark, shiny, chin-length hair. Britney had long, wavy