Page 33 of The Fed Sex Man

“But they never did?”

“The Circle-K didn’t have outside cameras. When I found out the guy had been robbing places for three or four days, I figured he got what he deserved. That bloody arm’s floating around somewhere under Plano, Texas right now.”

“The one-armed meth-head.” Jenny chuckled. “That’s one of the best stories I’ve ever heard.”

“Pfft,” Shawn said with flippant wave of his hand. “I’ve got a million of ‘em.”

Jenny smiled a genuine smile, which surprised me. What little I’d seen of her led me to believe she was exactly what her shirt said she was, a bitch. While I made a mental plan to pull Shawn aside and remind him to ask her on a date, he did just that.

“I think the four of us should go out sometime,” Shawn said.

“Like a double date?” Jenny asked.

Shawn shrugged. “Whatever you want to call it.”

Jenny looked at Jo. “Sounds good to me.”

“I’m fine with it,” Jo said with a smile.

Apparently, I was the only one who thought having the crazy cowgirl and my overbearing friend with me on a date would be a burden. A month in the future, just before Jo and I went our separate ways, I might be able to stomach them both for an evening.

As a parting gift for Jo.

“Sounds great.” I said. “All we need to do is figure out when we can all get together—"

Shawn scanned the group. “Tonight?”

I glared at him.

“Tonight’s good with me,” Jenny said.

My attention shot to Jo. Hoping her anxiety would cause her to deny Shawn’s double date request, I waited for her to nix the ridiculous plan.

Her eyes glistened with hope. “It’ll be fun. Let’s do it.”

Having Shawn and Jenny accompany us on our date would kill my plan for balls-deep sex. Nonetheless, I didn’t want to be perceived as being a prick. Doing so would assure Jo and I got off to a rocky start.

I needed my sexual journey with her to be nothing but smooth sailing. I forced a smile and told her my first of what would likely be many lies.

“I can’t wait.”