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addiction shit first, and you
     won’t even let me get through that part. It wasn’t that long ago you
     and me were trying out our open-relationship thing. But please, Greg. Wow. Give
     me a break.” She took a breath, eyeing him down. “I know we’re
     not your everyday, average couple. But I mean, just because you shook the freak
     in you so easily doesn’t mean I can do the same at the same pace.
     It’s like you won’t even wait until I get through a few meetings
     without acting like I should be Polly Purebred when I walk in the door. This is
     serious, honey. I need your patience. But I have to tell you that if you
     can’t deal with this, then let me know now. Don’t waste my time.
     Please. Hell, I am not getting any younger,
mijo.
”
    Upon her last word he looked down at the floor, then eyed his desk and turned
     toward the computer screen. “Valencia, you know I want you. That’s
     why this is so important to me.” He clicked the mouse.
    “Then give me a break. Please.” She took in the object of his
     sudden focus. “And what the hell are you doing? Are you on
     MySpace?”
    “No.” He cleared his throat. “I was looking on the Home
     Depot site so I can get those low-flow toilets this weekend.”
    “All right, now.” She cautiously stood and grabbed her purse.
     “Anyway, I’m gonna go home and change. I’m going
     out.”
    He glanced up at the oversized iron wall clock over his desk. “This
     late? Out where?”
    “Over to Purple for a minute.”
    “You’re kidding, right?” He spoke with his back still
     turned.
    “No. I’m not. Where would you prefer I go?”
    “You know, go on ahead.” His voice told on his frustrated
     thoughts.
    She stepped to him and again kissed the top of his head. “And hey. Get
     off that computer. Even if that shit
is
MySpace. You know how your ass
     is, Gregorio.” She walked away and exited his office.
    “I’m not on MySpace. Besides, I don’t think Home Depot has
     a webcam link, so relax.”
    Moments later, her heels could be heard clicking along the crème
     travertine floor of his living room as she stepped. She yelled while opening the
     front door, “Okay now. I’ll call you later.”
    “You do that,” he said extraloudly.
    She left and locked the door with her key.
    And Greg instantly logged into www.jackoffcam.com ,
     sat
     back as the smooth
     leather cushioned his gluteus maximus, and then pulled down his boxers, taking
     his nearly raw shaft into his left hand.
    He scooted down and leaned back with his legs open, assuming his regular
     position.
    The webcam was on.
    And Greg was braced and ready to go.
    As usual.

5

“Creep”
    Brandi
    W ith her medium height, medium build,
     medium complexion, and medium-length hair, medium Brandi Williams had been home
     for hours, relaxing after a long day of teaching her beloved eighth graders and
     attending her first Sexaholics meeting. She’d also stopped by
     Gelson’s Market for some bananas, her regular breakfast of choice.
    She lived on the west side of Hollywood on a narrow street just south of the
     Sunset Strip. Her neighbors’ quaint homes ranged from French chateau and
     Venetian villa–looking houses to newly remodeled, California stuccoes. And
     Brandi’s one-bedroom, eclectic-looking Spanish bungalow resembled a Hansel
     and Gretel–like cottage, though life inside was far from that of a fairy
     tale.
    Along her lush lawn, a large nectarine tree sprouted its growth from west to
     east, enough to shield her small front yard. A brief wind had kicked up, and
     even after the midnight hour, a sparrow could be heard singing along one of the
     slightly swaying branches. Small jasmine vines crawled along the front
     stained-glass window, giving off a sweet smell.
    West Hollywood, also known as Gay Village due to its large gay population,
     resembled the French Quarter. It was also known for its trendy, well-known shops
     and restaurants, its never-ending extravagant nightlife