" Then what's the matter?" Maybe she's doing a good fucking job!" he snapped."Come on. Don't think she's forgotten about you because I know she hasn't.... If she didn't care she wouldn't go out of her way to try to hurt you."Ryan didn't say anything."Come on, don't be in here by yourself. Come back out!"Ryan sighed. "Fine... "When they walked back in Jen was leaving, standing up with her purse on. She looked over at them, her eyes meeting with Ryan's only briefly before she looked away. She walked. Not my type. Next.There is a tall and lanky guy, dressed in a designer polo and expensive golf slacks. That’s a maybe.The guy in the sleeveless denim jacket looks like he just got done working on some kind of car or motorcycle, a bit of black smudged right under his jawline. He probably smelled like oil or grease. Nope.My eyes land on black hair, black clothes, black jeans, and skip right on by. To each their own, but goth just isn’t my thing.The best was saved for last: a cute blond with a. Cyclops, eat your heart out!). Damned if it wasn't starting to resemble an oversize Tesla coil as I drew closer and squinted at it. Double damned. True, I'd built a couple of these babies a few years back, when I was in the midst of my brief fling with electrical engineering, but I'd never seen any near that size.She was attaching what appeared to be a heavy-duty cable harness to the infernal machine. At the bare-wire terminal of one cable she had just clipped on a long and gleaming cylinder.... I walked straight up to Sam. She was sitting on the coffee table in front of my old armchair. I knelt down. I picked up her foot. I yanked the zipper down, pulled the boot off, and threw it into the closet.“I assumed you wouldn’t mind and--” She stopped when I looked at her. She slid back on the table and frowned and turned her eyes away.“Fuck!” I muttered in frustration. I cleared my throat and looked over my shoulder right into Max’s eyes. “Girls, front and center.”“What?” she asked. Alex.