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to heal eyes that had been separated from his body. The migraine I would get would preclude me from sexual activity for weeks.
     
    "Mac, if you plan on getting laid this month, you will stop manhandling Roger."
     
    "Close your eyes," Mac ground out to a whimpering Roger. "I am the only one who is allowed to see her naked."
     
    "I'm not exactly naked," I told him.
     
    "Well, pretty much," Roger chimed in and received a swift punch to the head.
     
    "Roger, I'd suggest you zip it. Mac is a teeny weensy bit possessive and I think you'd like to keep your eye balls in their sockets," I said as I pulled Mac off of him.
     
    "Yes, yes of course," Roger stammered as he got up and ran.
     
    However, since his eyes were shut he hit the wall three times. He then knocked over two end tables and more than likely gave himself a slight concussion when he nailed the wrought iron coat stand before he made it out the front door.
     
    His timing was not good, but his point was well made. I'd been avoiding finding the syringe and solution because I was happy for the first time in my life. Going after the evil that lurked was likely to end my new and cozy little life.
     
    Wouldn't it just figure that I'd finally found my father and a guy who actually liked my crazy and I had to probably die by finding the lurking fucking evil? So. Not. Fair.
     
    "You are not going after the evil alone," Mac said as he came up behind me and put his strong arms around me.
     
    "Oh my Goddess, can you read my mind?" I demanded, alarmed that maybe he had more secret powers than I could deal with.
     
    "Nope, your face. You're very expressive."
     
    "You don't think I can do it alone?" I huffed indignantly as I extricated myself from his embrace.
     
    He paused and stared. "I think you are capable of anything you put your mind to," he said slowly. "But, you don't have to go it alone anymore—or ever again."
     
    Son of a bitch, first Naked Dude made me want to cry because he swallowed my spit and now Mac wasn't playing fair. No one had ever had my back. I'd always been on my own. I was swimming in the deep end without my ducky life-preservers. This was getting more dangerous than the evil that lurked. Shitballs on fire.
     
    "Okay, here's the deal," I said, swallowing back my tears as I made a plan that would temporarily postpone the inevitable. "Since there's a fine chance that you or I or the entire town may die tomorrow when we go after the asscranking evil, I say we have sex five times today. Twice with the granny cap and three without. We forget about anything except massive orgasms and then eat some of Jeeves' leftovers. Deal?"
     
    "No deal," Mac said as he put the granny cap on his head. "We have sex eight times—four with the granny cap and four without."
     
    "Do we get to eat afterward?" I inquired liking the revision.
     
    "I'll be eating the entire time, but I can always make room for some food."
     
    "You are a total pig," I squealed with delight.
     
    "Nope, I'm a wolf and I have a big tongue, Little Red Riding Hood."
     
    My knees practically buckled, my nipples hardened to the point of pain and I made a sound that belonged in one of Roger's beloved porno flicks. If I didn't decide to be a wussy and leave town because everything was too good to be true, or if I didn't die in the next few days, I was so keeping Mac. Any man who would wear a granny cap, let me call his wanker Bon Jovi, made me lose my balance, and had a certifiably insane son who could win Iron Chef was a keeper.
     
    "I like your terms. However, we are going to my place. I will not run the risk of letting Jeeves see you defile me dressed like an old woman. Plus my place is empty. Naked Dude is going to yoga at five."
     
    "Put your clothes back on. Now," Mac insisted as he dragged me back to the kitchen. "If anyone sees you dressed like this, I'll have to rearrange their face and I don't have time for that today."
     
    "For once I've got no problem with your bossy request," I