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chestnut-brown hair with big brown doe-eyes. She was at least 5’8”, an All-American cowgirl in her mid-twenties. They made an interesting duo. As long as my brother was happy with the attractive grouping, I would stay out of whatever it was that was going on.
    “Hey, Jude, have fun tonight,” Yori yelled with a shit-eating grin when I rolled down my window. Her sister Simi probably had talked to her.
    “Thanks, Yori. Don’t have too much fun with my brother. He’s starting to look like he’s dehydrated from fluid loss.”
    She laughed. “I think it’s only movie night, so the poor baby can recover.”
    “I never agreed to that,” Britney said, stomping her boots across the concrete.
    Yori sent her an annoyed headshake. Trouble in paradise?
    “Good night, ladies.” I didn’t want to know anything more.
    “Night,” they both said as I leaned back into my truck and headed off to show what genetics and years of training had blessed me with.
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Presley
    My morning started with semi-disappointment. No Jude sighting at the gym. After last night’s amazing semi-pornographic use of his image to get myself off, I could have used a little inspirational reminder of his handsome face. It was almost like I missed him.
    You barely know him.
    Emerson worked out before she started her queen-bitch shift at the front desk. In the locker room, I heard her talking to another gym member about her plans for the weekend. Because I had no life, I listened in on hers.
    “You know the hot new trainer?” Her voice was what I imagined a Barbie doll’s would sound like.
    Please, don’t let it be Jude.
    “You mean Mr. Fuck-me-eyes?” The other blonde adjusted her boobs in the mirror.
    Probably Jude.
    “Yeah. Well, I’m meeting him for a drink on Friday, and before breakfast the next morning I’m going to find out what size man missile he’s hiding under those gym shorts.”
    I rolled my eyes at her vulgar comment but quickly fantasized about what hidden treasure might await a lucky lady. I bet his manhood epitomized perfect. Long, but not excessive or porn length, and he’d know how to work what he had. Veiny like the rest of his body, and probably warm like his touch. I imagined the rim of the head bulged like a mushroom and was ready to rub on a G-spot to give the ultimate in pleasure. I am already hornier than last night … lovely!
    Compared to Emerson, there was no way Jude would ever see anything in me. She was beautiful, and I was … just Presley. Always a crisis away from overeating or becoming a couch potato. If I settled for having Jude as my trainer and enjoyed mind-numbingly fantastic Jude-based fantasies until I came across the next guy who found me tolerable, it had to be enough. That had to be enough because believing I could be more to Jude was a different kind of fantasy. It was a delusion.
    I stopped off to pick up an arrangement of fruit dipped in chocolate for the front desk staff at the auto mall. They giggled with happiness when I delivered the treat. From that point on, like a nitro-boosted car, the day ran super fast. I finally got ahold of two out of three other referrals from yesterday, and there was another slip on my desk when I returned from a late afternoon meal. That tasty fruit always did the job.
    To my benefit, Drexel had done nothing to endear himself today. He called both of the phone receptionists by the wrong name in front of me. At the same time! It’s Jillian, not Jill, and Avery, not Ava. You self-centered jerk! They rolled their eyes when he turned away and we giggled like schoolgirls. I made three test-drive appointments for the next day. An hour before closing, the Camry couple from the day before rolled back into the dealership and in a surprise move paid cash for the vehicle and the sale closed successfully.
    GM Charlie met me on the showroom floor. “Excellent month, Presley.”
    “Thanks, Charlie.”
    “You do know with only one day left in the month, you’re only five