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as I told someone about this, my cred amongst my buddies would automatically shoot up by about ten-thousand percent!
     
    “Sounds good,” I said, managing to stifle the part of my brain that wanted to instead shout out, “OH YEAH, BABY! MAKE ME YOUR PLAYTHING!”
     
    “Great!” she replied, sounding genuinely pleased.
     
    “So, what time does this soiree get started?”
     
    “Show up any time after dark,” she said with a glimmer in her eye. “Here's the address, come up to the third floor,” she continued as she removed a pen from her purse. She then took my hand and wrote on it. Wow. Didn't think that happened outside of the movies. This was starting to turn into a letter to a smut rag. ' Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me... '
     
    A moment later, the train stopped and Sally popped to her feet.
     
    “This is me,” she said as she walked to the door. “Hope to see you there.” She then stepped out to the platform and gave a little wave.
     
    I looked down at the address on my hand. I figured it was best to memorize it, lest my palm get all sweaty. I looked up again, a scant second later, and Sally was gone. I jumped to my feet and stuck my head out the door to give her a quick wave goodbye, but she was nowhere to be seen.
     
    Had I been in a slightly less euphoric mood, I might have noticed that we were at the very end of the station. The nearest stairs were a hundred feet away to the right. There's no way she could have gotten there in the time I looked away. To the left... there was only the darkness of the subway tunnel.
     

A Party to Die For
     
     
     
    It's amazing how just a few random events can turn things into the perfect shit storm. Under normal circumstances, Tom or Ed ( or most likely both ) would have been home when I arrived and, between the three of us, we would have probably psyched each other out and just blown the whole damn thing off in favor of going out for pizza. Not that we're allergic to fine women, or anti-social, or anything, but I have no doubt the whole 'too good to be true' aspect of it all would have come up and realistic heads would have prevailed. Well, either that or we would have all been enticed by the possibility of some prime pussy, and would now all be lying around, kind of dead. I give it a fifty/fifty shot of either scenario occurring, and, since I'm not a complete asshole, I guess in the end, only one of us biting the big one is better than our families having to throw a triple funeral.
     
    Regardless, none of that came to pass. As I mentioned, Tom had gone to his family's house for the day. Ed must have taken a break and gone out for a bite to eat, because he wasn't home, either. That left me. Just great! I knew that, with no real voice of reason to turn to, I'd be left with my own thoughts. Problem was that the voice in my head that typically reasons with me pretty much sounds like a harsher amalgam of my two roommates. Where they might have decided on a different course of action for the evening, I knew that if I considered, for even a second, not going to this party, I'd have to contend with my own subconscious mercilessly assaulting me for being a pansy-ass loser with questionable sexual orientation.
     
    Oh, well. At the time, I figured the worst case scenario would be that I'd be out a few bucks for train fare. At least I would have killed a few hours that would have probably otherwise been spent on some online raid with my guild brothers. A definite night of World of Warcraft versus the slight chance of hooking up with some chick straight from the pages of a Victoria’s Secret catalog. Millions of people play the Powerball lottery each week with much worse odds. So, ultimately, I figured why the hell not?
     
    I nuked myself a couple of pieces of chicken ( no point in heading toward probable disappointment hungry ) and then proceeded to clean myself up. I figured simple was best. I wouldn't even know what to wear to look 'cool' in