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together for the rest of our lives. That’s what we had talked about. I still couldn’t understand why this had happened…but it did. The worse part was that she knew this would almost kill me when I found her apartment this way. I really had misjudged her. Maybe she’s more like her sister than I ever knew.
    I tore the bed apart and punched the two pillows before throwing them across the room. I realized the mess I made and sat down on the naked mattress. There was no way I could blame Ralph for what happened. He would be defenseless to resist her beauty. Even to this day I’m surprised she’s not married or at least engaged.
    I fell back on the bed and tried to calm down. I was still in shock, but now I knew I was going to help Stephen with his investigation. I didn’t care how dangerous it would be. Being safe didn’t matter any longer. Why did I think I had Mercedes all to myself?
    I opened my eyes and looked at the mess in the bedroom. My clothes were all scattered everywhere. The last time I saw such a mess was when we came into her bedroom and couldn’t wait to get our clothes off and feel our naked bodies touching. My hand brushed against my shirt pocket.
    I pulled two pictures out. One was the one Maggie had given me showing her dancing at her club. The other I hadn’t looked at. I looked at it and it had her phone number on the back and ‘please call me’ written below it. I turned the picture over and it was a XXX rated picture of her with a dance pole. I stared at the picture too long, and realized Maggie sharing this picture with me told me how she felt about me.
     
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    It was only 9 pm, and I was headed up Mass Ave in the direction of Harvard Square. My stuff was thrown in the trunk and the back of the car. Harold, the doorman, saw me throwing my stuff in the car and just shook his head, and didn’t say a word. Yes, Harold things have changed considerably…you won’t have my tips any more.
    My hand was shaking, but it wasn’t nerves from what I was going to do near midnight. It was what I was doing right now. I had time to think about what I was about to do, but I was mad enough now to do it.
    I could only imagine Maggie’s eyes when she spots me watching her dance. Is this really fair to her? Why not? She had more than gone out of her way to indicate she likes me and most certainly wants me to see her dance…and I would say, more than that.
     
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    It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the dark interior. It was not only dark, but the smoke filled my nostrils and made it hard to breathe. It was crowded in the strip club and the men shouting over the loud music made me consider what I was doing here.
    I was about to turn and leave when fingers gripped my shoulder. “Would you like a table near the stage?”
    I turned to the voice and was greeted by a petite blond whose assets were much too large for her frame. I tried not to stare and noticed her smiling as my eyes went to her face. “Sure, thanks.”
    She led the way to one of the two remaining tables near the stage. However, they were on the side near the wall, not front and center. That was fine with me. I had never been in a strip club before, and wished now that Mike was with me. I was glad the eyes were not on me, but on the ebony creature almost fully naked on the stage.
    “What would you like to drink?” she yelled to me as I sat down and turned almost nose to nipples.
    “A draft would be fine.” She started to move away. “Oh, is Maggie dancing tonight?”
    “Who?”
    “Maggie.”
    “Oh, you mean Bubbles.”
    “She’s scheduled at 10. Do you know her?”
    “What?”
    “Do you know her?”
    “Yes, I know her from the Harvard Pub.”
    “Okay, I’ll tell her the blond guy from the pub is here.”
    “No…no that’s not necessary.” However, she had already left.
    What the hell am I doing? I looked at my watch and I had twenty minutes until she appeared.
    Vickie was back with my beer and told me the