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Cyn's mind, and always scared her.
    â€œWhen was their last date?”
    â€œMid-October. In fact, we celebrated their breakup at Bleu , that night you saw us.”
    â€œDid she ever see him again?”
    â€œNo, I don't think so. I'm sure Andi would've told me as he freaked her bad.”
    I paused a moment. “I had no idea Andi still did these kind of things.”
    â€œWhat do you mean ‘still?’”
    â€œWell, I found out about her weird times when she lived in L.A., but I thought things were different since she moved here and married Robert.”
    Cyndie coughed and said, “No, well, she really went crazy sometimes and the fact that Robert was an abuser, too, didn't help. Andi had time and money on her hands and used them when she had the chance.”
    â€œThat kind of reckless behavior can get you in big trouble.”
    Cyn said, “You're right, it's crazy and frightening.”
    We ate in silence for a few minutes. It hit me again; there was a lot about Andi I didn't know. I let my thoughts go along with the bass line in a Flock of Seagulls hit. I finished and threw out my trash.
    â€œCyn, I’d like to read these journals for a while. Maybe, I should take them to my office and do it.”
    Cyn then said, “Let’s do something else.”
    â€œWhat do you have in mind?”
    â€œShut up and get over here. I know you got turned on by the video. I’m hot now, too.”
    Cyndie stood and walked to the front door and locked it. She spun around and went to her stereo, put in two new CDs, pressed play and, then, turned up the volume. Cyndie faced me and kicked off her sandals. I wasn’t expecting this. It had been years.
    I said softly, “You know, we’re really good together.”
    She smiled.
    I added, “Sometimes I wish it was on a permanent basis.”
    Without meaning to, I had hit a nerve with Cyndie. “Don’t make me regret this!”
    â€œRegret what?”
    â€œYou really know how to spoil a moment.”
    I didn't know what to say.
    Cyndie said, “Look Stevie, we’ve been over this before! I'm not into marriage or kids. You know that. That’s what you want and I respect that. But, respect me, too.”
    â€œI do respect you, Cyndie.”
    â€œYou do, mostly. But, I'm different and you forget that sometimes. I’m bisexual and…”
    She stopped in frustration. I began to speak, but Cyndie put her hand up and said, “Look, I love you, you jerk.”
    â€œI love you, too.”
    â€œStevie, you're cool in your own weird way, but you’re too conservative for me. We are good lovers, but you want and need a wife.”
    â€œI know what you’re saying.”
    â€œI don’t think you do, not really, not all the way.”
    I asked, “What don’t I know?”
    â€œYou’re important to me, Stevie Garrett. You're the only mellow person I know. You never get on my shit or bug me. You're the best kisser, especially for a guy, and you're always great in bed. And, you’re my best friend.”
    â€œThanks, for the compliments.”
    Cyn continued, “Listen to me. This whole thing with Andi is really weird. It’s freaking me out. Until now, I guess I didn't know how much I need you. You make me feel safe.”
    I nodded, smiled and put my hand on her behind.
    Cyn slapped my hand off. “No, Stevie.”
    I took my hand away; I know what ‘No’ means.
    â€œYou missed your opportunity. Go ahead and read Andi's diaries while I do some photo work.”
    She turned, unlocked her front door and walked into her second bedroom. I sat down on the couch and started to read Andi's journals. The pink-colored one held the oldest memories. The entries started about two years ago and was all about her modeling days, with stories going back more than fifteen years.
    Andi wrote in large neat print and I noticed my name appeared a few times, including the first