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She has a damn good life… on paper.

I hold my Katie girl’s cut thong in my left hand. Rubbing it between my thumb and pointer fingers. Of course I’ve spent the entire night smelling it too. Licking my lips, tasting what’s left of her succulent cunt.

How much I crave her.

Yet how much I enjoy what we have right now too.

The front door to the house opens and her fiancé steps out onto the porch. I have no animosity for the guy. I feel nothingwhen I see him in a suit and tie, looking at his phone, walking down two steps to grab the morning paper.

It’s almost… fake.

The entire thing. It looks like a postcard. A cheesy movie.

My Katie girl’s fiancé tucks the newspaper under his arm and turns to go back inside. I half expect him to jump into the air and click his heels together, like we’re in some fucking coffee commercial.

I rub my Katie girl’s cut-up thong against my nose and take a deep breath.

Fuck coffee.

I need cunt to wake me up.

Mutt walksout of the bathroom with a guilty look on his face.

“Did you at least wash your hands?” I ask.

“Always do,” he says.

“Jerking off on company time needs to end soon. There’s too much going on around here. And make sure the fucking invoices aren’t sticky!”

Mutt stretches his back and shuffles toward the office.

I finish up a regular old brake pad repair.

Up next there are two oil changes and then someone’s car is making a grinding noise when they turn to the right.

I reach for my back pocket and pull out my Katie’s girl thong.

I wipe my face and take a deep breath.

My mind never stops thinking about her.

There’s a lot to consider right now. It’s one thing to get out of prison and find someone to fuck. You know, go right back to thewoman I loved—and never stopped loving—just to check up on things.

She’s engaged, but not happily engaged.

She’s living a good life, but not enjoying it.

Yet what do I do?

Bring her here? Throw her into the apartment upstairs?

The garage. My douchebag cousin watching porn and jerking off three times a day. Heroin hidden in the walls of this place like black mold.

Knowing I’ve pissed off one of the biggest heroin distributors in the area.

I pop the tire back on the car and finish up.

I then stand and wipe my hands with a clean rag and toss it over my shoulder.