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Everleigh
“That’s fine by me,” I answer. “But you’d have to at least get your computer so you could do some writing. I’m counting on that next book.”
“Holy s**t,” he says, popping up out of bed like a little kid on Christmas morning. “Let me tell you about it!” He looks funny. He literally jumped out of bed and is standing there, half erect, naked as the day he was born, and he’s trying to talk to me seriously. I’m trying to look in his eyes but it’s distracting—his body is amazing and he’s moving his hands a lot, which of course makes other things move a lot. . .
“Tell me.”
“So, it’s about this guy, a down-on-your-luck sort, only he used to be this high powered attorney. . .” As he starts to tell me about the plot of his book I feel really happy. Yes, I’m in post I-had-s*x-with-Mi
