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Excerpt: "What do you mean he has the biggest unit you've ever seen?" "What do you mean, what do I mean? What part of all men are not created equal didn't you understand?" Frankie Moriarty stared at her girlfriend in horror. "I can't believe you did him." "What's not to believe?" Kristen yelled over the ruckus in the bar in order to be heard. Her bobbed auburn hair bounced while she spoke. "He had incredible stamina. I've done my share of younger men but he takes first prize for best sexual athlete. I came so hard I saw spots." Frankie cursed under her breath. Petty Officer Damon McGoldrick, free-ranging source of infinite trouble, had struck again. Semper Paratis. The Coast Guard motto was a fitting description of him. Damon was Always Ready. This time, however, his womanizing activity was a lot closer to home. Frankie slugged down the rest of her frozen margarita and motioned to the bartender for another. The Pioneer Brewpub was hopping. Crowded with fishermen, loggers and an assemblage of locals, Frankie's table was one reserved for a small group of ladies who met every first Monday of each month. The Margarita Monday Sisterhood. "Kristin, he's way too young for you," Claire interjected loudly from across the table. "Besides, most of the younger lovers I've taken weren't worth breaking a sweat over. They can go and go forever but their technique needs refinement." Kristen's pale eyes glittered in the smoky bar. The more alcohol she consumed, the more pronounced her Irish accent became. She ignored Claire. "Frankie, you don't know what you've been missing all these years. Now I understand why his nickname is The Swordsman. He really knows how to put the fun in dysfunctional." A few seconds passed before Kristin's meaning sunk in. Claire chuckled and even Frankie had to admit it was humorous. Fortunately or not, Damon's polyamorous reputation was legendary. Her junior crewman was incredibly popular with the ladies. She rubbed her itching eyes and threw a twenty on the table. "You know what I heard from one of his old roommates?" Kristen twitched with mischief. "No more, please," Frankie begged. "I can't take it." "He said that Damon masturbates before a hot date so he can last longer in bed. How's that for dedication?" Claire muffled a belch, reached over and patted Frankie's forearm reassuringly. "Drink up," she bellowed, pouring the dregs from the pitcher into her empty glass. "With any luck, you won't remember most of this by morning." Frankie slumped in her chair. "Don't bet on it." The Bet. This had all started with a stupid bet. |
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