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can do with one of those. I saw the damage.”
    “So, you’ll never believe what I learned tonight, Tuesday. Cunter likes vaginas with teeth. Bet your sad vag doesn’t seem so bad anymore now does it?”
    She glares at me but her deadly glare has no effect on me in my drunken stupor. Hunter's head perks up like a meer cat at the mention of vagina. “Sad vag?” Hunter quips. “That’s a pity but I can fix it. I’ll just dust off the cobwebs and dive in.”
    She smacks me against the chest and goes to stand up but I pull her back to me and lay my head against her perfect chest. “Oh I wrote you a poem! I almost forgot,” my voice vibrates against her boob and makes me laugh.
    “You can tell it to me if you get up and get in the truck. I’m tired and want to go to bed."
    “Oooh,” I whisper. “We can have a sleep over. I can think of all kinds of games we can play.”
    She shakes her head and stands, trying to pull my heavy ass up with her. I don’t even budge until Henry comes over and lifts me like I weigh nothing more than a feather. I stumble toward the truck and lean against the fender.
    “Can I tell you my poem now?” She stops and puts her hands on her hips, waiting for me to talk. I smile because this poem is the shit. “Roses are reddish, grass is greenish, when I think about you, I touch my penissss.”
    She fights back the laughter I see in her eyes and scowls at me, pointing her finger towards the truck door and she laughs at me when Henry has to help me up into it.
     
    Tuesday
     
    I say goodbye to everyone and promise Daisy that I’ll see them tomorrow, today whatever, at the show. God damn, I can’t believe I crawled out of bed to come get Evan's drunk ass. I have never seen him drunk. Hell, I’ve never seen him drink more than two beers. I guess that explains the state he is in right now.
    “I’m not going to take you home tonight. You can just sleep it off in one of the spare apartments,” I say after we drop Sean off at his house.
    His head rolls toward me and he smiles wide, “Can’t I just sleep with you? We can be snuggle buddies.”
    I suppress the urge to give in and I tell him no when he leans over so he is only a few inches from my face. I can feel his breath against my skin and it sends goose bumps across my body.
    “I found my new favorite song tonight. It was Cunterfield’s ringtone for his toothy twat… Let me see your hand.”
    Against the better judgment my head is throwing out I give him my hand. He leans closer to my ear and drops my hand to his thigh, holding it hostage there. I know he’s drunk and it’s just the alcohol talking so I don’t say anything and wait to see where he’s going with all this.
    His nose runs over the shell of my ear before he takes the lobe and tugs it between his teeth. I let a moan slip and can feel him smile against my skin.
    “You want this just as bad as I do,” he whispers.
    It doesn’t matter how much I want anything in life, with my past, with my uncertain future, it’s not worth the risk. “Like you said before. It’s probably just because I have a sad vag," I lie. "Now, what was this song you were talking about?”
    “Oh yeah, I forgot.” He starts singing the words to Stroke Me while inching my hand up his thigh. He’s rock hard and I have to take a deep breath and forcefully pull my hand away instead of doing what I really want to do.
    He groans when I pull back and he folds back into his seat. Turning his face so he’s looking out the window I hear him whisper sadly, “One of these days you’ll give in.”
    I pull into the driveway and cut the engine but Evan doesn’t move. His head is sitting against the window and even being passed out, he looks sad. It’s not how I usually see him and I wonder if seeing him drunk gave me a glimpse of how he really feels in his head. I reach over and grab his hand, trying to shake him awake so we can go inside, because I know if I sit here and think about it, I will realize