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like a hobo.”
    “You said I look like a lumberjack.”
    “Lumberjack, hobo, wolverine, whatever.”
    “Yeah, whatever.” He mumbled.
    “The Mason I knew was stronger than this.” Reverse psychology, will this work?
    “Fuck you, you don’t know me.” He came back over to me and flopped back down on the loveseat.
    “You’re right. I don’t know this tore up from the floor up Mason. The Mason I knew would never be stuck in this office hiding from the world drinking like a fish.”
    “The Mason you knew is gone, dead, buried.”
    “I refuse to believe that.”
    “It’s the truth.” He chuckled even though there was nothing funny.
    “So what now? You going to just sit around here and drink yourself to death?”
    “I don’t know. I’ve never done that before. It sounds like fun.”
    “Well Coach Smarty-pants why don’t you go out and buy some heroin and kick this party up a notch.”
    “Good idea.” He was really being a drunk-ass.
    “What can I do? Tell me what I can do for you. It hurts me to see you this way. What can I do to help you?”
    “Your hair is long again.” He was avoiding my question.
    “It’s called weave. Black women have been rocking this shit for years. Touch it and die.”
    Mason raised an eyebrow. “I can die.”
    “Would you please stop it? Seriously you’re drinking when your mother was killed by a--”
    “SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!” Mason quickly stood and stopped the rest of my words before they spilled out.
    “Okay, psycho, chill it the fuck out.”
    “I’m chill.”
    “You are so far from chill.”
    “ You really want to help me?”
    “Yeah, Mason of course I want to help you.”
    “Can you bring my mother back?”
    “You know that I can’t.”
    Mason shrugged. “Well you can’t help.” There were minutes of silence, gawking and more silence.
    “Kari , take off your boots.”
    “Why?” I frowned.
    “Do it! Slowly , take off your boots.”
    “Mason, really?”
    “If you want to help me, unzip the boots, take off the jacket, the shirt, the jeans. Do it. That would help me. Don’t play with me. You know what I want.” Shit. His eyes were giving me sunburn.
    “Mason that’s not why I’m here.”
    “Does it look like a give a shit? Don’t make me come over there. You have two options. Take your clothes off or get the fuck out. No fuck that! Just take your clothes off.”
    Motherfucker!!! I couldn’t move. I was super -glued in my tiny spot on the loveseat. I wanted to storm out of there and slam his front door so hard the glass shattered. Get up Kari. I keep trying to convince myself to leave but my pussy was throbbing with an ache that only could be quenched with one man’s dick.
    I was trying so hard to deny I wanted this new Mason. My body wanted to try this new scruffy, sad, intoxicated and vulgar version of Mason. This asshole was sexy. My heart was still beating fast from having the gun pointed at me. I had never come down from that distinctive fear factor. I was still a little high in my new surroundings.
    Being around this fool made me question my sanity. So why was I always coming back for more of Mason’s unique brand of tortu re?
    “Mason I came here to talk.” I had mustered up some boldness. I was going to stand my ground. I wasn’t going to give my pussy up. Well not without a fight. I think I can take his drunk-ass. I’m in a relationship with Jack. Mason has got to understand that.
    Mason laughed at me. “You came here to talk. You can let your caramel pussy talk to my vanilla cock. Take your shit off. I’m not going to say it again.”
    Oh God! I could run for the door and probably make it out before he could catch me. This was a bad idea, coming here and trying to talk to this drunk-ass fool.
    “Mason--”
    “No, no, no more words! If you say another word I will gag you with my cock. I swear I will put you on your knees and choke you with my cock.”
    Really? I couldn’t breathe. Why does his macho bullshit turn me on?