THE NOT-OUTCAST
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I was lit, weak, and horny.
That was not a good combination for me. Usually my willpower was strong, like industrial-strength super-latexed condom strong, but not tonight. Tonight, the combination of the booze and cocktails had melded together and taken down my last holdouts of willpower. I was gonzo and then I got this text.
Dean: Mustang party! Now! Where r u???
Dean was my colleague, but let’s forget about why he would be texting me because we are not ‘texting’ colleagues. Kansas City Mustangs. That was the important part of that text, and it was getting all of my attention.
Dear God. I could hear the whistle of the impending bomb right before it hit.
That was the professional hockey team that he played on.
Party.
Did I mention the he that was him? He, as in t
