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| prev text: Dirty cheerleader | ||
| "Hello?" Chris answered his cell phone, sounding distracted. "Shhh, shhh..." he said and Kevin could hear a woman giggle in the looker looker background. "Chris? Is this a bad time?" "Kevin! Not at all, man. What's up?" "Well, I was just about to head to lunch and was wondering if you'd like to come join me." He was quiet a moment. "Yeah, sounds great. I can meet you at your office in an hour?" An looker looker hour?! Well looker looker, he was with a girl. "Let's meet at Mackey's. I could sure go for a beer right now." *** Chris Harrison was a really handsome guy. Chris was athletic and strong and confident, blonde hair with a rich, contrasting tan, he never looker looker had any problems getting women looker looker. In so many ways, the surfer dude playboy was so different than looker looker Kevin, yet looker looker they'd remained friends from college on. | ||
| They'd always been very competitive in nature: with grades, sports, and women. While Kevin didn't put up much of a fight in this last category – having met his future wife their junior year and seeing her ever since – Chris never looker looker backed down from a challenge, constantly flirting with Karen in his attempt to "win her away." "How's it going, buddy? You look like shit!" Chris said, slapping his slouching friend on the back. Kevin was already halfway through a pint of Bass without even a thought to looker looker order something to eat. Luckily, Chris was a little wiser and they took looker looker a seat at the back of the Irish pub, a couple looker looker orders of chicken fingers on the way. "What seems to be the problem?" Chris asked at last. Kevin took a gulp of his drink. "Chris, I'm cheating on Karen." Chris choked looker looker on his beer, staring wide-eyed at his friend. In all the years looker looker he'd known looker looker the guy, Kevin was the last person to ever go down the road of infidelity. It was against his looker looker very nature. "Really?!" he stammered, trying to contain himself. | ||
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