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I recall Cory mentioning something about Olivia having a scholarship for both her singing and dancing, but I’ve only witnessed a few glimpses of her in the car, when she rocked out to Joan Jett a few weeks back, and in the kitchen earlier, but this is different. This isn’t spontaneous gyrating, it’s slow and intimate choreography. Cory’s face is only about three inches from her face, which should be impossible, but a glance at Olivia’s feet explains that.

My eyes bug out when I see the
‘fuck me’
heels gracing her feet, adding at least six inches in height to her tiny frame, and her movements are still as graceful as if she were bare foot. Her feet follow Cory’s around the room, as he leads her in what I’m guessing is ballroom dancing, but am proved wrong when she hikes a leg over his hip and he dips her low to the ground. I’m pretty sure that waltzing doesn’t include sensual moves like that, nor do they have vicious turns that actually look they’re battling. Three quick turns, and Cory throws Olivia to the side, catching her wrist when she’s about an inch from the ground.

“Jesus Christ!” I exclaim over the clapping from Whitney, Sarah, Mike, John and the twins. “Are you trying to fucking kill her?” Stomping over I snatch Olivia from her abusive brother and check out her arm, ignoring the wide eyes in the background.

“I’m fine, Mouth,” Olivia says as she slaps my hands away. “It’s a routine, right, Cory?”

“Yes, but something tells me that Freddy’s not a fan of dancing, and wouldn’t recognize a tango when he sees one,” Cory answers. I didn’t, but I still scowl at him anyway. “Liv used to make me and Travis practice that dance with her when she got lead for Moulin Rouge her freshman year of high school.”

“Please, you loved it,” she tells him with a smile. “How many girls were swooning after you for your dance skills at the Rec?”

“They were all illegal for me to look at, so what was the point?” Cory asks. Olivia boots him in the ass, when he dodges her smack.

“Get outta here, you cradle robbing, jail baiting, country bumpkin!” Olivia shouts as loud as her straining voice can, at a laughing Cory’s back.

“Where’d the heels come from?”

“The shopaholics,” she says and looks down at her feet. “I found them when I was looking for a shirt so that you could have yours back, but there’s nothing I
c
ould wear in there.”

“Keep the shirt, yours were cut up, and I have plenty. Anyway, I don’t think anyone could wear what they picked,” I offer since she seems a little despondent. Olivia shakes her head, before looking back to me and lifting her hand.

“You know how to salsa?”

“Um, no. White men don’t know how to dance, it’s a known fact.” She lifts a brow at that.

“No, that’s a stereotype, as you’ve just seen with Cory’s mad skills,” she informs me. “Just like
‘white men can’t jump
,’ ‘cause Larry Bird was definitely white, and that man was one of the best basketball players to ever grace the NBA with his talent.” She looks over my shoulder, which she can do better at her elevated height. “Everyone can dance, but since you don’t, or won’t dance with me, I’ll have to take Oscar up on his offer.” Reaching past me, her ungloved fingers wrap around tanned fingers, before they spin her away.

“Move, gringo, yo y mi mamacita tiene que bailar.”

The grinning bastard, gives me a shove; that has me stumbling out of his way, while he twists Olivia around the room with fast feet and dizzying spins. The song is in Spanish, but it’s something about moving, since it keeps saying
‘mueva’
over and over again. They fucking move alright, and Oscar’s hands are on her way more than I’m comfortable with, but Olivia’s smiling as she dances, so she doesn’t seem to mind. Not even when he grasps her waist, and swings her through his legs. She just laughs and calls him a show off, as she performs a split that should be impossible to do in her leather leggings.

“Looking a little green today, Jared, you alright?” John asks. I tear my gaze from Rico Suave handling my girl, to face John and the laughing twin beside him. I flip them and Cory off, since he’s looking rather smug too.

“Just making sure he minds his hands,” I say to the trio. “Since it looks like big brother, Cory here, has been slacking.”

“Liv’s been dancing since she could bob her head to music, nothing to do but go along with it,” Cory says with a shrug. “Travis was usually the one she used to sweep the floor with, but even he needed to rest at some point.”

“What happened when he rested?” I ask.

“She’d dance by herself, or pick one of her admirers.”

“And Travis was alright with that?”

“So long as she went home with him, he was fine with it,” Cory answers. “You know that song, ‘Save the Last dance for Me’ by the Drifters?” I nod, it’s older, but my mom used to listen to oldies sometimes. She called them,
‘oldies, but goodies.’
“That was pretty much Travis’s standing on it.”

“He was a better man than me then,” Carlos comments as he nods behind me. “Because if my girl was being handled like that, I’d probably tear his fucking arm off, and shove it up the bastard’s ass.”

My head snaps around so fast, it’s like Linda Blair in
The Exorcist.
When I find that not only is Oscar no longer dancing with Olivia, but talking to Danny; while she’s dancing with Sarah, I hear them laugh behind me.

“That was fucking priceless,”
John says through his chuckles. I turn back to the assholes behind me.

“Wanna hear a story about John?” I ask. John looks suspicious, but I ignore it and continue when I see the other two nod. “Alright, this was back when we were twenty...”

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“John and I went out with our fake IDs to get smashed. We were unemployed bums, who could do whatever the fuck we wanted on our parents’ dime, so we liked to party. Anyway, we hopped on the T and rode in to Boston for the night. We hit three different night clubs, had way too many fucking drunks, and I thought it was time to head on home; since it was four in the freaking morning, and I didn’t feel like getting arrested. John, being the drunken fucker that he is, refused to leave without bringing a chick along with him. I was grumpy, and my head was swimming, so I told him to
‘take the broad if he had to, but let’s just get the fuck home already.’
”

John scowls at me in the present, since he knows where this is heading, but I ignore it.

“I wasn’t as smashed as he was, so I asked him
four
times if he was sure that he really wanted to bring
this
girl home with him,” I continue.

‘I’m positive, Jarry. Me and Britney are gonna have lots of fun.’

‘It’s Bianca,’
the girl corrected.

John smiled a sloshed grin at as he hiccupped,
‘You won’t remember your name when I’m through with you.’”

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“John, you stud muffin,” Carlos says as he elbows him. “You forgot the girl’s name
before
you fucked her, and she still went home with you?”

“Yup,” I answer before John can interrupt. “His mad player skills persuaded her to forgive his blunder, and go home with him. I made sure that him and his date made it home alright, before I head home. Little did I know, that I would be getting a six-thirty wake-up call from this fucker’s house.”

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‘Jared Matthew Benson, what the hell did you do to my son?’

“That would have been John’s mom screeching through the cell phone. So not helping my hangover, I asked her what the problem is, hoping that I could go back to sleep.

‘Get your ass over here now!’

“The command was followed up by a dial tone, so I knew she meant business, or my mom would have been breaking the door down with a bucket of ice water. To avoid all that, I dragged my ass out of bed. I trudged a mile through a blizzard, in my pajamas, mind you, just to get to John’s house. I could have taken my beautiful Cobra, but I didn’t want to wrap it around a pole, so I hoofed it. I arrived at his house, it was like 7:00 in the fucking morning, the sun wasn’t even out yet, and I almost got run over by seven snow plows; so I’m freezing, soaked and pissed, when I stomp up to his front steps. The door’s ripped open by an equally pissed Mr. Moure, he didn’t say a word, he just pointed for me to go into the living room. I walk in, and there on the sofa were John and Bianca, wrapped in a blanket.”

‘Let me make it known right now, that I told him not to do it,’
I told his parents as soon as I walked in.
‘It’s a sin, and he’ll burn in hell for eternity. But he just wouldn’t listen to me, Mr. and Mrs. Moure. John just kept saying, that he had to bring her home with him.’
”

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“Yeah, I took the coward’s way out,” I tell Carlos and Cory. “But I did try and stop him from that train wreck.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” John interrupts.

“If you aren’t gonna tell it right, don’t start,” I warn.

“I’ll tell it right,” he promises and brings us back in time.

<~~~<~~~
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>

“Before Jared arrived on the scene, I was having some awesomely messy, drunken sex,” John begins. “You know when you’re trashed, that it could be the lousiest fuck ever, but when you’re that fucked up; you could be humping a pillow, and it will be the best fuck of your life. Until you sober up, that is. Anyway, here I am, plowing away into the hottest chick in the world, when the lights flicker on.”

‘Jonathan Andrew Moure, what the hell are doing!’

“Yes, that would have been my mom screaming, but did I stop? Hell no, I’m buried in the hottest woman to ever grace the Earth, I got my eyes squeezed tight, and I’m so close, I can taste it. Turns out, that wasn’t what I was tasting. I’m still thrusting away, when I fucking spew the night before’s sauce supper; and about a gallon’s worth of alcohol, on the chick under me. That’s when I opened my eyes, and let’s just say that the vomit was an improvement. I’ve never had a boner die so quick a death in
all
my life. I scrambled off my bed bare-assed and ran to hide behind my mother.”

‘Save me Mommy, there’s a changeling in my bed.’

‘That’s no way to speak about your future wife, Jonathan,’
my mother hissed at me.

‘The fuck it is!’

‘Watch your mouth when you speak to your mother,’
my dad said.
‘And you are going to do whatever your she tells you to.’

‘I’m not getting married.’

‘You most certainly are,’
my mom said.
‘You deflowered that poor girl, so she could be with child, and no grandbaby of mine will be born a bastard. You’ll do right by this girl, and John Jr.’

‘Are you even listening to yourself right now? You sound like you’re from the nineteen hundreds, not the two thousands.’
I pointed at the bed.
‘That thing has been laid straight more times than should be possible, but she managed it somehow; since she could sink the Titanic between her thighs, and still have room. Not to mention that they have this marvelous invention called a condom, and thank fucking Christ for that, since it prevents that troll from touching my baby making treasure.’

‘Jonathan,’
my mom said appalled, and cuffed me on the side of my head. Then she turned to the bed with a smile.
‘Hi, I’m Judy, that’s my husband John, and we’re awfully sorry for our son’s appalling behavior.’

‘Quit introducing yourself, she ain’t staying.’
I looked at the bed as I pointed to the door.
‘Out!’
The wildebeest just snuggled further into my bed, while I swallowed back more bile.

‘John,’
my mother snarled and twisted my ear.
‘Be the well-mannered boy I raised you to be
,
and get your fiancé a towel, she’s staining your sheets.’

‘I’m burning those sheets, so don’t worry about it. Now, can you please remove Quasimodo from my bed? I have a tummy ache, and I might puke again if I have to look at her any longer.’

‘Be nice,’
my mother growled as she pinched my elbow.
‘I’m going to call Jared, he has something to do with this, I just know it. Because my baby would never have done something like this, but that hellion sure would. Do you remember my vacuum cleaner? It never worked the same again.’”

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“I’m gonna interrupt, and point out that that vacuum cleaner was nothing but a false advertising whore,” I say. “
‘Best suction,’
my ass.”

“We’ll come back to that,” John says and holds up his hand to stop the barrage of questions on Carlos and Cory’s, as well as Oscar and Danny’s faces. “Since you pulled the most embarrassing moment of my life out, we’re gonna pull out yours too, Jared.”

“Go ahead,” I challenge. “I’m not the one who should be ashamed by it, that damn manufacturer should be. Besides, that’s nowhere near as bad as yours.”

“Alright, back to the story. So, Mom’s going off on a tangent about Jared and I’s wicked adventures, and how I would never have done something like this without him having some part in it...”

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