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Prologue

Zack

The overhead lights go out, and the club would be in total darkness if not for the recessed lights that edge the peri my ball cap lower over my forehead This causes me to have to tilt my head back a little bit farther to watch the show but keepsfor the past four months I’m sure helps to hide nized

I don’t want anyone to see race

A sexy techno beat starts thru in decibels A fehistles pierce the air, one redneck sounding a catcall A rolling tide of e and then swirling spotlights froht flutter at the pitch-black curtains that sit closed tight is the only indication that solance down at my phone that sits on the table in front of rand finale of the evening The moment all of the drunk and horny patrons of The Golden Box have been waiting for

I ignore the phone, but tip back the tequila shot sitting in front of lass back down When thean obscenely high-heeled red shoe peeks through the slit of the curtains, thigh parallel to the floor…calfdoard The whistles and catcalls increase, but I watch dispassionately

The owner of that bare leg raises her knee up higher, then stretches it out fully…gracefully, and holds it there, just as the rind

She holds it for just a second

Just a moment, where everyone waits to see what comes next

The curtains fly apart just as the bass thu woh My brain processes a starched white button-down shirt and a black fedora on her head, then just as quickly processes the fact that she reaches to the dipping gap at her chest and rips the shirt open Beautiful, round--and by the looks of the

A hundred horny o to full oes by the name Candi Apple--and yeah, that’s Candi with an i--struts confidently up to the silver pole lodged fir at her full botto froe flooring

Her right hand reaches out, grabs the pole, and she bends her knees…squatting way down until her ass is al strobe lights cause sparkles to bounce off the silver sequins that cover the scrap ofthe pole…right in front of e, calculating who ht overback and forth with zeal to stuff theoes on and I watch it all…willing forI’d hoped for a hard-on to prove I wasn’t dead, but even a slight fluttering of lust deep in roin would have been welcoestion--just fucking so eht wrist pulls my attention away from the tits and ass, and I open and closeit a hearty shake Overall, my wrist has healed well over the last four months The plates and screws have been re physically strong Yeah…ripping the arhtly while I waited to see if Candi Appleme back to life

Luckily, it’s just an ache and certainly not soives me any pause I’ve been cleared by the team orthopedist, Mark Godson, and cleared by Coach Pretore as well Starting next week, I’ll resu before I’er for the Cold Fury

My insides feel dead,sees that still keep ain, and, ht catches rab it and wince at the angry text froet some milk and you’re not back Where are you?

Guilt suffuses throughan euilt has not been hard for me the past four months

I wonder what Delaney would say if I texted her back I’ Candi Apple turns me on

She’d shit a brick, that’s for sure

I stand up froe I fish a five-dollar bill out of my pocket and throw it on the table for the waitress I had tipped her once when she brought my shot of tequila, since she was fast and nice, and hell…she had a great rack too, so lance, I leave the lights,absolutely not one thing from this experience other than a small burn in my stomach from the shot of liquor