”“Oh?”Her hand found me. “Once they pay their money, all they want is pussy. Just a straight poke.”“I like ... the other too.”“Really?...Never noticed, Mr. Murdock, never once.”She nipped at my shoulder and eased her way south.“Flint?”Rebecca’s tone was serious.“Yeah?”“I didn’t ... lie down with you just because Chet hit me.”“Okay.”“Or because you saved me.”“Okay.”A long silence, then, “I just wanted you to know.”“I know.”A boy, maybe 10, maybe 12, homesteader, rode a scrawny little pony full. “I never said it was a girl and I never told you her middle name,” Diana said.“Di, you would never name the boy Sasha.”“Yes, I would!”“And, if you get to choose her first name, then I get to choose her middle name,” I sort of demanded.“Sasha Diana O’Dell. I like it Mick. I agree with your selection.”“You mean that I’m right for once.”“Mick, now that I’m pregnant, we can fuck like bunnies!” Diana bounced up and down on my lap.“I thought we were already.”“Not even close, lover.” Diana wiggled on. The lights were dimmed out and the movie started playing. The movie was pretty ok but truth be told I was constantly overhearing all the flirting going on between the two of them and it made me highly uncomfortable. I could not get up and go and confront them because it would seem as if I was stalking her and I really did not need that drama. I gave up trying to watch the movie and just stared at the ceiling and tried to figure out the best course of action. My mind wandered back to about two. Then, noticing his bicycle leaning up against the garage door, Scott chuckled. "I guess I really will be a biker chick tonight, though that wasn't exactly what I meant." Shrugging, Scott went over and picked up his bike, thinking that he'd probably look pretty ridiculous riding it, but there wasn't much other choice. Suddenly Scott felt a tingling along his face again, much like when he'd put on the mask. The same kind of twisting in his gut that he'd felt earlier also reoccurred. Letting go.