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was a mess, and tears were still running down her cheeks. Several people took notice of her and shook their heads in disbelief. Finally, the fly-assed sister in 2C who seldom spoke had been busted. She hung her head down low, as if doing that would make her invisible to the onlookers as she walked back into the house.
    That was one day and one relationship that Brendan had tried desperately to forget about. But Trina had made it hard for him. She called him continuously for three months after their breakup, trying to get back together with him. As bad as he missed caressing that cocoa brown skin of hers and seeing that curvaceous five-feet-four-inch naked frame, there was no way he’d ever give her another chance to rip his heart apart.
    There was no denying that he missed her. She was the most well-rounded sister he had ever had the pleasure of being involved with intimately. They would talk about everything, from politics, to sports, to home interior decorations. All of the kinky things that she used to do in bed with him crossed his mind from time to time as well. Especially when he was enduring one of his dry spells, as he liked to call the periods when he wasn’t getting much good sex, if any sex at all.
    He chalked up this disastrous relationship as one to grow on, and did his best to keep on keeping on. It was hard because, as nice a guy as Brendan was, he wasn’t the kind of guy who met a lot of women. Even in a city like Washington, D.C., where the female-to-male ratio is rumored to be as high as 8 to 1, a fairly handsome brother, with a nice personality and a decent-paying job, can find it hard to meet a nice young woman, let alone one who isn’t into playing games, like Trina.
    In addition, Brendan had grown a little apprehensive about approaching women due to the little bit of weight he’d picked up over the previous few years. It was nothing that he could not have gotten under control with a few months of serious exercise and a strict diet, but his devotion to working out was weak, to say the least. Besides, he had bigger problems to worry about than being a few pounds over-weight.

Chapter 4
SATURDAY NITE LIVE
    B rendan walked into the house and dropped his keys on the counter of the breakfast bar. He didn’t bother turning on any lights on the first floor because, even though he had only moved into Renee’s townhouse two weeks earlier, he knew his way around in the dark as if he had lived there for years. He turned the corner and ran up the stairs. As he entered his bedroom he saw light coming from under Renee’s door. He didn’t bother to announce his presence, because if she had company he didn’t want to disturb her. Before Brendan had moved in, he and Renee had sat down at T.G.I. Friday’s over lunch and made a list of rules that would allow two old and dear friends to become roommates and still remain friends. Respecting the other’s privacy was somewhere near the top.
     
    As Brendan was showering he heard a knock on the door. “Yeah. What’s up?” He knew it was Renee. She spoke loudly through the door, but Brendan couldn’t hear her, so he told her to open the door.
    She turned the knob and stuck her head in the door. Greeted with a burst of steam she asked, “Whew, is it hot enough for you in here, B?” She laughed at herself, and continued, “Your phone was ringing and the machine didn’t pick up, so I answered it. It was your silly-ass cousin. I told him you were in the shower getting pretty and that I would have you call him back in a few, okay?”
    Brendan wanted to be sure he knew whom Renee was talking about. “It was Shue, right?”
    She replied, “Yeah. Who else is going to be calling at prime time on a Saturday night tryin’ to find a party partner other than his crazy butt?” She was about to close the door but then opened it and asked, “So, are you all hanging out tonight?”
    “Yep.”
    “Where?”
    Brendan exaggerated his tone, “Daaaamn, Mom, if it’s all