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reason
lesbians don’t find me attractive enough to sleep with. So there
you have it. No reason for you to be snippy or jealous.
     
    Julia: Don’t flatter yourself, Winthrop. I’m not
remotely jealous. Was just concerned that if you’re dating someone
she might not take kindly to you and me attending a ball game
together.
     
    Michael: I’m not seeing anyone, Kincaid.
     
    Julia: Oh really? According to the article you’re a
big hit with the ladies of New York. It implied that you have a new
girlfriend every week.
     
    Michael: Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to believe
everything you read in the papers?
     
    Julia: But if I don’t believe what I read in the
papers what should I believe?
     
    Michael: How about you take a leap of faith and
believe me. I’m not seeing anyone. Besides, you said it yourself;
we’re going to the game as friends.
     
    Julia: Yep, friends. I just don’t want to find our
picture in the paper next week with a caption stating that I’m your
latest flavour.
     
    Michael: Careful Julia, guys are visual creatures
and the things you’re making me visualise are... intimately
friendly.
     
    Julia: Hey, Friend, lock that shit down!
     
    Michael: You started it, Friend.
     
    Julia: Then I’m ending it. Night, Friend. I’ll see
you on Tuesday.
     
    Michael: Sweet dreams, Jules.
     
    As Michael put away his
phone and turned off his bedside lamp he thought about the bimbo
comments and what they most likely signified. There was a very good
chance that Julia was into him after all. His feelings for her were
not completely one-sided. If he played his cards just right he
might get the opportunity to live out at least some of the
fantasies he’d dreamed of ten years ago.
     
    ***
     

Chapter 5
     
     
    Tuesday, 5:30 pm.
     
    “Oh my God, Oh my God,
Oh my God! I can’t believe you and my brother are finally going out
on a date!” Kirsten crowed over the phone as Julia tied the laces
on her sneakers.
    “Seriously, Kirst?
Three oh my God’s in a row. What are you, twelve and a Bieber fan
who just got to see him flick his stupid fringe live on stage?”
    “Catch up, Jules. He
got a haircut and these days he’s showing off his stupid abs and
wearing pants that are ten sizes too big for his scrawny ass.
Anyway, back to the reason for all my oh my God’s. You were so in
love with Mike back when we were kids and now you’re finally going
to get to have him. You have no idea how much I wish I hadn’t been
so busy these last few days. It would have been fun to get together
and discuss his good and bad features over lunch or something.”
    “Jesus, woman, he’s
your brother, not a new handbag. And it’s not a real date. We’re
going as friends. Totally plutonic friends.”
    Mmm. Julia
looked her self over in her dressing room mirror and frowned. She
probably shouldn’t be wearing the skimpy, skin-tight, lacy tank top
she was wearing considering that this was not a real date. The
Jeans were fine, but the top? Not so much. Switching her phone to
speaker she ripped the garment off and dug through her underwear
drawer for a t-shirt bra.
    “Friends?” Kirsten
cried. “Have you seen him? Heck, if he wasn’t my brother I’d
totally go for him!”
    Julia shuddered at the
mental image. “Girl, you are sick and twisted, and not in a good
way.” Feeling a little violated by the topic of conversation she
quickly put on the bra and fastened it.
    Kirsten of course
seemed to find no problem with the subject matter and chuckled
merrily. “Yes, I’m a sick and twisted weirdo, but you love me
anyway.”
    Julia found herself
chuckling along as she tugged on a fresh t-shirt. One that read
‘LOOK UP!’ over the breast area. Aside from provoking alarming
mental images, Kirsten was the best. “True. Speaking of sick and
twisted, did you meet anyone interesting at the dating orgy? Carve
another notch in the proverbial bedpost?”
    Suddenly Kirsten’s
voice was less than bubbly, it was kind of reticent.