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When Dylan entrusted Trish to me, I felt both happy and guilty. Happy, because that meant spending more time with Trish, and guilty because I felt like an ass for being happy while he ships out to a God forsaken country with a high chance of getting killed, even though I didn’t have to. At least, not after the letter.

My door opens, and Brian sticks his head in the opening.

“You brooding again, Jake?” He asks, walking in and sitting on my desk.

“What’s new…I’m fucking tired of feeling this way!”

He sighs, and I know an “I told you so” speech is in the works.

“Jake, why don’t you just ask her on a date? How long are you going to wait?” He asks, eyeing me pensively.

“I just can’t ask her out, man. I want her to be ready first; I don’t want to be the rebound guy. That isn’t me.”

“It’s been well over a year since Dylan died. Don’t you think it’s time? I’m telling you, the way she looks at you is the same look you have on your fucking face when you look at her. So, what’s the hold up?” He asks again, looking at me as if I can’t follow his logic.

“It’s not that easy, Brian. I need her to be completely free of him when I make my move. It’s not a macho thing, far from it. I just want her to be sure. When she falls in love with me, I know it’s me she loves, not the idea of loving someone or to just have a replacement. Plus, you know the guilt I have for falling for my best friend’s girl. I told you, I’ll wait a year until I make my move…that’s my penance. Fuck, I hope it’s enough.” I close my eyes, imagining for just one second the moment has arrived…that moment when She.Is.Mine.

“If you’re willing to wait, who am I to rush you? You should know, your sister and cousin have been setting her up on dates the past couple of months.”

“I know, trust me. I’ve waited a couple of times by the door, so the dip shits she goes out with will know that someone’s watching them. It doesn’t mean I enjoy seeing her with other guys, but it is what it is….for now.”

Brian’s smile leaves his face, and in its place, a mask of confusion sets in. “Okay, maybe it’s right to wait, but what I don’t understand is, why you’ve stopped dating? It’s been what, three months since your last hook up? She goes out on dates, so why shouldn’t you? ”

“For the record, I haven’t dated since I can’t even remember. When you date, you share feelings and shit. I haven’t done shit because to be honest, I’m getting tired of it. You know what I mean, same shit different pussy. I want Trish to know I have more to offer her than a long list of bitches,” I say.

Brian stands up and walks toward the door. “Alright, whatever you say.”

Guilt can easily incapacitate someone, but fear…FEAR kills…it fucking chokes you to death without even trying. Right now, fear runs through my body like my blood runs through my veins. Not being good enough for Trish, or being loved less by her when she finally agrees to be my girl, is what I fear the most. I don’t want to replace Dylan, but I don’t want to be second best either…I want to be her number one…I want to be
The
One
.

My last thought before I finally say good night to the world, is how much I love this girl…how much I crave her touch…and how lucky I am to have her in my life.

Chapter 3

Trish

It’s been a week since my last dream about Dylan. I guess it’s a sign that I’m ready to move on. I need to…if I ever want to meet my
one,
letting go of the past is a must. I guess it’s not about letting go…it’s more about accepting that, that part of my life is over. Acceptance brings remembrance without pain of something that once was good in my life.

“Morning, girls! It’s quiet in here. The boys still sleeping?” I ask as I yawn.

“I guess so. Hey, hey, hey, that wonderful smile has been on your lovely face for a week now. I’m really liking it,” Roxy says, while taking a sip of her coffee.

I start batting my eyelashes at her. “Aww, I know how much you like my pretty face. Anyway, are we doing our head count this morning, Rox?”

“Of course, we’re doing our head count. You know what? Jake hasn’t been scoring for the past three months. Hmmm, that’s kinda odd,” Roxy says, grinning at me.

I don’t know if it’s a curse or a blessing to live in a duplex house with the boys. The non-stop revolving door of bimbo barbies never ends, hence the score board we started for our own amusement. I think the revolving door needs to stop, and a dick compass needs to be invented by someone.

“What are you laughing about?” Tami asks.

“I was just thinking, we need to invent a dick compass for our boys. They need to be pointed in the right direction to find good girls, instead of all these bimbos they bring home. Can you imagine the guys wearing it? That would be hilarious.” I giggle.

Tami starts laughing, too. “Seriously, we should! Can you imagine Cody wearing one? The poor guy would probably talk to his own dick!”

“OMG! Another blonde bites the dust,” Roxy says while marking our score board.

“Pretty soon, they’ll run out of blondes. We need a redhead, damn it!” Tami exclaims.

I laugh. “Tami, I don’t think they’re smooth enough to tame a redhead.”

Brian walks in after the blond leaves; looks like the blonde was his victim last night. Seriously, these guys don’t know when to stop. I wonder if they get tired doing the same thing every Friday - pick up girl, get girl drunk, bring girl home, have sex with girl, send girl home. I’m tired just thinking about it.

“Morning, Brian! You look tired; you pull an all-nighter?” Roxy greets him.

“Rox, it’s too early for the inquisition. Let me at least have coffee first,” He grumbles in response.

“He looks tired, alright. I hope your dick doesn’t fall off. Wow, another blond…mark another one for the blondes, Roxy! I guess, Cody’s coming over, his blonde just left.” Tami yells.

“Don’t start with me, T. What’re you guys talking about?” Brian asks, looking between the three of us.

“Nothing,” I answer, trying to control my laughter, but failing miserably.

Roxy announces Cody’s arrival. “Well, good morning, sunshine! You want some coffee? You guys, seriously, need to put a coffee maker by your front door. At least, before the Barbies leave, they can enjoy a cup of coffee.”

“Maybe we should serve it to them. Show our hospitality, maybe they’ll even stay for lunch. How about we open a bed and break-fuck and charge a fee,” I add.

Tami, Roxy, and I are laughing so hard we don’t hear Jake walk in. I’m not prepared for what I see when I look up. I’m so shocked I can’t look away, even if I tried. I feel tightness in my chest, and I can’t breathe.
What the hell? Where did that come from?
I’m losing it. Why am I reacting this way?
You’re reacting this way, because another Velcro Barbie is currently attached to your kitty’s partner. For once, I agree with my crazed self!
As I watch Jake with Velcro Barbie attached to him, I suddenly have the urge to pull her away from Jake, after I beat the shit out of her.

Jake

“Morning, Jake,” Tami says while eyeing Velcro Barbie from head to toe. She looks pissed.

“Morning, Sis. You guys don’t mind if Mindy and I join you for breakfast.” I smugly smile.

I move behind Mindy, push her hair to one side, and start kissing her neck, all the while looking at Trish, daring her to say something. This is clearly an asshole move, but I’m fucking pissed at her. Yes, I’m being irrational, and I’m sure the women’s liberation will have my ass for this, but I don’t give a flying fuck! She kills me every fucking time she goes out on dates, and she lets the dickwads kiss her. Not satisfied with Trish’s reaction, I spin Mindy to face me and kiss her on the lips which makes her moan like a cat in heat. There is no tongue action involved, because this is staged. I hear Cody and Brian encouraging me to keep going, then I hear Tami speak.

“Jake, can I talk to you for a minute?” Her clipped tone tells me, I’m in deep shit.

“Excuse me, baby. I just need to talk to my sister. I’ll be back,” I whisper in her ear, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

As I approach my sister, I know I have to tell her my plan. It might earn me a knee to the groin, but hopefully, she’ll understand where I’m coming from.

I raise my hand to let her know I come in peace. “Sis, give my balls a chance to explain.” She looks at me as if I speak a different language.

Pointing her finger at me. “I don’t know if I want to give you a chance. What are you trying to prove here, Jake? Look, I get it; you like Trish. Wonderful! I’m all for that. There’s really no sense denying it. We all see it. I think you guys are perfect for each other, but have you lost your mind? How do you think this will make her feel?”

“Tami, all I want is a reaction from her, something that tells me she feels the same way.” I rub my hand roughly over my face out of frustration. “I…I’m afraid, because for one, I don’t know if she’s ready. Two, I want her to want me for me, not because she just wants to have a replacement. Do you get what I’m saying, here?”

She walks toward me and holds my cheeks with both her hands. This is her way of mothering me, without being my mother.

“Jake, you will never know if you don’t ask her. You’re pushing her away by…” pointing toward the kitchen. “…waltzing a Barbie wanna be in here. To top it off, you kissed her enough to make her moan! Ugh!”

I look her straight in the eyes. “T, no tongue action happened. We met her at a film shoot last night with her girlfriend.” After saying that, I raise my eyebrow at her.

Tami’s eyes bug out and she drops her hands. “She…she’s gay? You picked her up when you were on the clock? Dad’s gonna have your ass.”

“Yes, we have an understanding. She told me she’d make it look believable. This stays between us, alright? I promise, Tami, I’ll make it right. I just…I just need to get over the fear of not being…” I stop because I don’t want to tell her my worst fear.

“Fear of being what, Jake? Is this about Dylan? Because if it is, you gotta let it go. Trust me, she more than likes you. Anyone can tell you that. Tell her before she gets tired of all your stupidity, Jake. Now, I gotta go out there and pretend to be mad at you. I didn’t sign up for this!” She starts shaking her head and mutters under her breath. “Typical idiotic male brain.”

I don’t know how to explain it. I decided to do it because I was so upset. I guess, I want her to fight for me. I want her to feel what I felt when she kissed an asshole on one of her dates. Now, I feel like shit.

“I need to get out there first, T. Just make it believable.”

“You better move your ass, or I’ll make it really believable by kicking you in the balls!”

I grab Mindy so fast I think her arm will pop out of its socket. I don’t look at Trish because as irrational as it sounds, if she acts indifferent, I know I’ll be pissed off. I want her to be mad enough to let me know she wants me all to herself.

Chapter 4

Trish

I honestly think Roxy’s in the wrong profession. Instead of managing a boutique, she should be an interrogator for the FBI. She could break any hardened criminal without even using torture, just her nagging alone is enough.

“So, you’re not talking to each other?”

“Nope, complete radio silence,” I answer nonchalantly.

“Why is that?”

I shrug my shoulders, not knowing what to say to her. Should I tell her how confused I am about my feelings for Jake? Should I tell her how hurt I was when Jake brought home another girl? I know I have feelings for him, there is no doubt about that. Am I willing to take that chance again?

“This is how I see it. He likes you, you like him, sparks fly, butterflies flutter, pussy wet, dick hard, boom instant connection. You got jealous because he brought a girl home, end of story. FYI, he didn’t sleep with her! Yes, you heard that right; a little birdie told me that little piece of information. He used her to make you jealous. What do you know, it worked like a charm!” She gives me a teasing smile.

I blow out a frustrated sigh. “Yeah, right! Okay, let’s pretend for a second, I’m buying that stupid story, it still doesn’t change a thing.”

“Sure it does. Admit that you like him, we can start there,” She says smiling smugly at me.

“Fine, I think I like him, but I just don’t know if I should. What if I mess up our friendship? What if he doesn’t like me? What if I get hurt? Besides, he practically raped Mindy’s mouth right in front of me! Ugh, this is so frustrating. I need a drink.”

“What if pigs could fly? Stop playing the what-if game! You’ll see, it will all work out. How about let’s go clubbing tonight? I’m sure the boys would tag along, and
Operation Vagina Freedom
will be in full swing, just follow my lead. Oh, this will be perfect!” She stands up clapping, doing her happy dance.

“Why are you calling it Operation Vagina Freedom?” I ask, looking confused.

“Girl, you haven’t had sex since Dylan died! Your vagina needs an Extreme Makeover: Vagina Edition.”

“Whatever, Roxy, my vagina’s just fine, okay?”

“Not only are you in denial, you’re suffering from severe DD!” She yells at me with a look of horror on her face.

“What the hell is severe DD? Please, enlighten me.”

She shakes her head and puts her hands on her hips, looking put out.

With a huff, she says, “You, my friend, are suffering from severe Dick Dehydration. Yes, I am diagnosing you as having severe DD. Your kitty is in some serious need of HD! A high dose of it, for the next twenty four hours.”

“Hmmm, why am I afraid to ask what a high dose of HD is?” I eye her skeptically.

“Well, HD stands for Hard Dick, it comes in different sizes, hence the dose. The higher the dose, the bigger the dick needs to be. In this case, honey, size matters. No petites here, those are baby dicks. What we prefer is the LBF kind. You know, to cure the drought and break the spell. I’m sure Jake’s power drill is full of power,” She says, while flicking her hair.