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    She’s forcing a polite smile, but I see the discomfort on her face. She’s pissed, but she’s too polite or too shy to say so. Instead I see her mouth the words ‘pardon me,’ her full lips shaping each syllable like the words are made of fucking clay, but the douche patrol ignores her and I’m seeing red.
    Disrespecting her and not giving an inch in the opposite direction? That’s pushing all my buttons. They make her shove her way through, causing her ample tits to brush against the shoulder of one of them and my blood is on boil. She has to raise her tray above her head and tuck herself tight.  Her embarrassment and desperation show in the way her shoulders pull toward her ears and she loses her smile.
    Fuckers.  Someone may have a lesson in being a gentleman coming very soon.
    “Chad, hey.”  Roger smacks the back of my arm from behind.  “Jesus, man, are you gonna stare at that all night?”
    I gather my restraint.  He might be my friend, but right now that doesn’t seem to mean a whole lot to me. Hearing him call her ‘that’ makes my fists ball.
    “Careful.  Watch your manners.”  I grunt at my childhood friend.
    “What the fuck.”  His face lights up into a toothy grin and he slaps the table sending a squeal out of the girls who, thankfully, seem to have lost interest in what is going on behind them.  “You know her?  Huh?  Some old flame?  Maybe you fucked her once, although I doubt you could remember that far back—”
    “You better shut your fucking mouth. You say another fucking word and I’m going to send your teeth to your tonsils.”
    Roger pushes his tongue into his cheek.  His eyes still sparkle with amusement, but he gets the message. It’s nothing personal, but I meant what I said.
    “Okay, buddy.  I’m just glad to see you back in the land of the living.  Go get what you want.” 
    I turn back around grumbling under my breath. “I intend to.”
    She’s two douches into the crowd of city boys now, trying to squeeze by the five of them, when one steps behind her and blocks my view. His crew look on as he dry humps the air behind her ass, and they think that shit is funny, but I’m not laughing.  In a heartbeat, I’m headed their way, heat gathering in my chest and radiating down my arms to the clench of my fists.
    “Hey, where are you—” Roger calls after me but I’m on a mission as I clear my way through the crowd.  I don’t know this girl, but I know that in my presence no one will ever disrespect her like that.
    They are still cuttin’ up like they are in some comedy club when I bow up behind the air-humper with his cocky attitude and slicked back hair.  I’m a quiet sort, but I’ve never been one to shrink from a fight.
    Three of the guys see me coming, I’m hard to miss.  The dick head about to be schooled has his back to me but it only takes him a split second to pick up on the signals from the looks on his friends’ faces that something big is happening behind him.
    My head spins with the variations of how I’m going to play this.  I’ve been in my share fights, but this piece of shit holds no sway.  I have a sixth sense when it comes to people, and he’s no match.
    By the time he turns around, the decision is made.  I want to lay the fucker out and use the heel of my boot to grind some manners into him, but getting my ass thrown out of this place will not serve my new purpose for the evening, which is keeping my eye on her.
    “What the fuck do you want?”  The little fucker suddenly has a set of balls.  They may be the size of a couple mouse turds, but balls nonetheless.
    I smile, and palm my beard as I look down at him.  I catch a glimpse of his back-up squad lining up to cover his ass, and it makes me embarrassed for them. That shit ain’t gonna be any deterrent.
    “You’re going to go and tip that waitress that just walked by.”  My voice is clear, rumbling out of me like the eleventh commandment.
    “What? Fuck