For the second time in three days, I woke up to the smell of Melanie's pretty dark hair. Only this time, we were both naked.We both reeked of sex. She...absently ran her hand across my chest. Her fingernails made my skin crawl."I don't know, Kevin," she replied. "I don't even know what I'm going to do now." Things will work out," I was trying my best not to let her slip back into her old, worried self."That's easy for you to say," she sighed. "You've got a job." Can I call you later this week?" I. ”Melissa felt those words hit her, as though she was watching herself from above while being lectured by Father Grady. The adult part of herself knew that the doorman meant well, but the child inside curled into a tight ball. “Thank you, Mike,” she heard herself say, as she walked out to the waiting cab.Getting in, she thought about calling Malcolm. During the first year of grad school, he had unexpectedly become her best friend. In an Ivy League archeology program, they were both outcasts from. I gave her a smirk. I then dressed myself in a pair of red and black boxer briefs, some black cargo shorts and a light green band t shirt. Kate and I then proceeded downstairs towards the front door. Sam was leaning on a wall waiting for us. As we descended the stairs she slipped on a pair of flip flops. She wore white short shorts and a light blue tanktop. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She rarely did, but I could see a bit of jiggle and sway as she put her flip flops on. Kate and I. The bet where you know that the odds are stacked in your favor because what you are betting on is worth the gamble. He was betting a dollar on a billion dollar pay off; it didn’t matter that the odds were 5000:1. Hell, even if they were a million to one, they were 1000:1 in his favor. He’d do anything for this girl, and he was putting his money, his freedom, and his life, where his mouth was. Well, maybe the money was his dad’s, but he was willing to lay all he had on this roulette wheel; he.