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short, I believed her that it was my kid. She wanted us to move in together, and have a real relationship, but I wasn’t interested. I supported her and the baby though. She had a little girl and we named her Lisa, but I refused to sign the birth certificate till we got a DNA test, just to be sure. Come to find out, Lisa wasn’t mine. It fucking sucked to hear that. I kind of knew, but I had grown attached to Lisa. Hell, I loved her. She was my daughter. But she’s not my daughter, and Nikki is a lying crazy bitch who I wish would jump off a fucking cliff.”
    I take a few moments to take in what he’s just told me. He thought he had a kid. The kid wasn’t his. Nikki is his fuck buddy’s cousin. And Nikki is a crazy bitch. Part of me wants to cry for him. I can only imagine the hell he went through finding out not only that he was having a kid, but once he came to terms with that, finding out the kid wasn’t even actually his. Part of me wants to walk right over to Nikki and knock her the fuck out. The biggest part of me wants to do that actually. How the hell do you do that to someone? I guess there’s a chance she really thought Lucas was the father, but more than likely she knew he wasn’t, and for whatever reason, she decided to lie to him to get him to take care of her and the baby.
    “What happened to Lisa?”
    He pauses, eating for a second and looks at me with a surprised expression. “I tell you I have a fuck buddy and that I just have one-night stands, and you ask about Lisa?”
    “Well, yeah, I mean, she’s a baby. It isn’t her fault her mother’s a whore. And I don’t give a fuck that you have a fuck buddy or that you like one-night stands. To each his own.” I shrug with the last statement. I really don’t care. I feel like the feminist in me should be offended that he thinks it’s okay to fuck women and then walk away from them like they don’t mean shit, but I’m not offended at all. These girls know what they’re getting themselves into. I truly doubt Lucas is walking around spouting bullshit to these girls and making them believe he really wants to be in a serious relationship with them just so he can fuck them.
    “She lives with Nikki’s parents now. Candice says Nikki goes to visit her once a month or so, but she is more concerned with getting fucked up than being a mom.”
    “And what about Lisa’s real dad?”
    “He didn’t want shit to do with her, said he was too young to have a kid, so he signed his rights over.”
    “And what about you?”
    “What do you mean what about me?”
    “Well, I mean how are you handling all this? To go from having a daughter to not, so quickly?”
    “It fucking sucks of course, but I can’t change it. Lisa’s not mine.” He stares at his now empty plate like he’s hoping it will hold some infinite wisdom or insight into his situation. I want to tell him that blood doesn’t make a father. That if he wants to be in Lisa’s life he should, but I don’t say that. It’s not my place. And this is supposed to be a nonjudgmental purging of our dark secrets. Me putting my two cents in defeats the purpose of that.
    “So, Red, what about you? Spill your secret.”
    I flash a smile at him. I should be nervous about telling him about stripping and my affair with Reggie, but I’m not. What’s the worst that could happen, he tells me I’m a whore? He wouldn’t be the first person to do that.
    “Well, let’s see, where should I start?” I can’t decide if I should just dive in head first and spill everything, or if I should ease into it. I decide head first is really the only way to go.
    “Well, before I moved here I lived in Dallas and I was a stripper. Not just a stripper, I was the stripper in Dallas.” He chokes on his coffee, using his hand to wipe the few drops that have leaked onto his mouth.
    “You were a stripper? Like take your clothes off, dance around a pole for dollar bills kind of stripper?”
    “You’re partially right. I