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"Poor baby." The woman settled into his lap, facing him, holding him down firmly with both hands. "You were looking to get with her, weren't you?"
"Listen, I don't know who you are, but please get off me right now. I'm already in love with someone else, and I don't need this-"
"But she doesn't love you back, does she?" The woman stared hard at him. She already knew the answer. Tricia had been over this many times with Susan already.
"Hey, what are you saying?" Incensed, Dan started to throw her off to the side, but she stayed in place. Damn, she was strong.
"I'm saying, I want you for myself." Tricia swooped in, unannounced, and kissed Dan hard on the mouth, startling him. She kissed him almost roughly, intensely, until he responded in kind. Her hands went to work on the belt on his jeans, unbuckling it.
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Susan had long since untied Matt and they were lying side by side in her bed together, both naked. Matt had a satisfied lazy grin on his face while Susan was expressionless.
"I love you, Susan," he admitted with a sigh, giving in to her, to the moment. His hand brushed hair from her forehead, tracing an invisible line with his finger. "I love you, too, Matt."
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Dan suddenly came to his senses and pushed Tricia away, his face intense and serious. "Get off me, you whore." He stalked towards the kitchen, wiping off his mouth. His jeans had been unbuckled and unzipped, so he kicked them off, not caring how he looked.
Stunned, Tricia sat down on the couch and didn't follow him. She exhaled heavily.
In the kitchen, Dan went searching through the refrigerator and pulled out an unopened bottle of Michelob. He popped it open and took a huge swig, then returned to the living room. Tricia didn't even look at him. He ran a hand through his hair, tired.
"Look, I'm sorry I called you a whore. But you've got to understand, I'm in love with Susan. Now, where is she, really?" "She's upstairs, in her bedroom, like I said." "With Matt, huh?" "Yeah. I guess they're getting back together." Tricia's tone became genuinely sympathetic. "You love her, don't you?" "Of course I do. But I was a shit-head. I never made the right moves on time." "Well, if it's meant to be, it'll happen." "Right," he said sarcastically, taking another sip. He glanced at her. "I mean, thanks."
A man's footsteps were heard coming down the stairs, and Dan sat forward sharply, tensing up again. Susan's lighthearted giggle came right after that. "Oh, Matt, you wouldn't do that...would you?" Matt and Susan rounded the corner into the living room, Susan pulling a bathrobe tightly around her, and they stopped and stared at the other two.
"Oh, my God." Susan's eyes went wide. "Were you two just making out?" "No! No! I came to see you!" Dan bolted off the couch towards her. "Get away from him! Susan, I need to talk to you now!" "Don't even come near her, punk," Matt growled, grabbing a baseball bat that was leaning against the wall. "I swear, I'll break your head open. Who is this nut, Susan?" "It's okay, he's a friend. For Christ's sake, put that bat DOWN!" She grabbed the bat from him and went to push Dan back onto the couch, taking his hand in hers. "Dan, what the hell are you doing here?!"
He stared at her, incredulous. "She told me that Matt was here, so I came over right away, because I wanted to say-" He stopped just in time.
"You wanted to say what?" "I-Susan, I love you! Don't go back to that loser! He's not good enough for you."
Matt grabbed the bat again. "You miserable bastard! Don't tell her what to do." Something inside Dan snapped, and he wrenched the bat out of Matt's startled grip, throwing it aside to the floor. Then he pushed Matt back a foot. "You better watch it, moron."
Matt raised his arm to punch him, but Dan was quicker.