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like “ho-nuggets” are hilarious.  I think Lexie’s many nights of using me as a “client” to practice her therapist skills might be getting to me.
    Out of nowhere, the server arrives with the drinks, and I am mucho grateful.  Alcohol and a distraction from this conversation is exactly what I need.  Lexie attempts to pay, but the server insists that everything is already covered.
    Jack reappears in the seat next to me while Anna and Emily take theirs on the other side of him.  I see my reflection in his mirrored Ray Bans as I hand him frozen beverages to pass down to the girls.
     As if his face wasn’t perfection enough, his body is to die for.  Having been privy to every inch of it, I can say, without a doubt, that he is the most handsome example of the male specimen.  His shoulders curve in all of the right places and have that indentation by the collar bone where I love to run my tongue.  His torso is toned so precisely that every single muscle from his chest to his hip bones smooth over to create precisely sculpted ridges that narrow as your focus moves lower.  Below his belly button is a very fine line of hair, directing your eyes to his more than ample manhood.  One of my most favorite parts of his body is his smooth and rounded butt that borders on being a bubble butt, which makes it that much more adorable.  
    Once everyone has a glass in hand, I clear my throat and declare, “A toast to Mexico!”
    “And to Jack!” Lexie adds.
    “To Mexico and Jack!” we all cheer, then complete the ritual.  
    I pretty much gulp down the entire thing in one drink, then turn my head to face Jack who is reclined just like me, body glistening in the Baja sun, and quip, “See?  Toasts are always appropriate.”
    Jack’s broad, defined shoulders and pecs move as he laughs silently and pats my thigh lightly with his fingers.  I focus on the contact he’s making with my body and can’t deny the sensations I feel when he touches me.  If you could turn those plasma globes you find in toy or science stores that have electrical currents moving in them which seem to move to where you touch them into a feeling, that’s exactly what this is.  There’s a special heat or tingle in the places he touches me that seems to send a direct signal to my heart, and the feeling from our skin-to-skin contact lingers long after it’s over.
    Thinking about what Lexie said, I decide to make an attempt to learn more about Jack.  “Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
    Jack tilts his head questioningly, but gives a breezy smile and replies, “No.  Your older brother (I think?) still work for the government?”
    “Yep, older brother,” I respond.  “He works for the CIA.”  I see Jack’s lips begin to flatten and his brow wrinkle.  “I’m not even kidding!  I don’t know exactly what he does for them, but he lives in Washington D.C., and I know he works for them.”
    “I bet that’s an interesting job.”
    “Sure, I guess.  I don’t really know.  He could work in the mailroom for all I know.”  I shrug.  “Then again, he travels a lot for just a mailroom worker.  And my dad would probably be pretty upset if, after sending him to an Ivy League school, he wound up simply sorting government mail, but who am I to judge?”
    Jack takes a drink of his piña colada and places it on the table on the other side of his chaise.  He laces his fingers together and places them behind his head, elbows out, exposing his biceps.  I lick my lips and decide to continue with the distracting line of questioning, if only just to get my mind off of running my tongue in each crevasse that outlines his muscles.
    “Are your parents originally from New England?”
    He continues looking toward the clear sky.  “Yup.  Both born and raised there.”
    I wait for him to give me more information, but it never comes.  It’s like pulling teeth just trying to get the smallest bit of information from him.  
    “What were their