"Really?" she asked, her tone telling me she still wasn't completely convinced."Really," I replied, emphatic.She recovered quickly, easing back, eyes ...ixed on my face. Cate kept looking at me as she lifted the bottle to her lips.I watched her throat as she swallowed a mouthful."Would you write about me?" the girl purred, challenging me with her stare and taunting smirk.My bottom lips curled as I mirrored her belligerence. I feigned deliberation, stretching it out for several seconds before. The next day, I bumped into Eric on a quiet corner of campus. I felt awkward - but ready to beg and bribe for his silence.Fortunately, he opened with, "Listen, I'm never going to tell anyone what I saw yesterday. Like everyone says, 'If I could do that, I'd never leave the room.' " "Haha, well I still leave the room," I replied nervously, quickly adding, "But, you know, the hope of getting it from a girl springs eternal." "Hey, listen...just to let you know, I mean it when I say, I won't. Well, except for the extreme bulge in my trousers and the strong aroma of feminine arousal. Brad just smiled at me. “I’ll get your bag, sir.” I looked at where we had pulled up; The Four Seasons Baltimore. I knew that I, we, would. I saw Marissa slip Brad something, and then wave to a bellman. Brad leaned over. “I hope you know how lucky you are, sir.” “Every day, Brad, every day.” I looked over at Marissa and smiled. Not just lucky, but the luckiest. He wished us both a Merry Christmas and. Only after taking a long swig of the frosty cold brew did I set it in the ‘mill’s cup holder. I started at a slow walk then quickly worked the pace up to an aggressive jog. My fingers kept moving to the Ipod strapped to my arm to crank up the volume.In no time at all I fell into my normal masochistic routine. Feeling like I was on my last legs I would push myself to run till I completed the next full minute, then it would be till the next fifty calories, then it would be to the next quarter.