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From the moment we met. I am not a cheater. I would not have cheated on Cassie,
but I did recognize the attraction.
It didn’t become a problem until we ran into each other in the kitchen. Now,

my dick is “All Sanya” all the time. I need to hear her say it. No, I don’t need my
ego stroked. I’d much rather have her stroke something else. I need to know it’s also
her idea. I need her to know that she would not be a rebound.
Drunk Sanya doesn’t have a problem expressing her desire. Sleep Sanya is very
candid. I just need Sober Sanya and Awake Sanya to join the group. I jog a little
then walk dejectedly up the beach towards the yahoos I’m stuck with. Okay, the other
guys aren’t bad. Teo is the problem.
Speak of the devil, his punk ass is hovering near Sanya, and Lizzie is nowhere
to be found.

“I’m just saying, it’s inappropriate. Black girls don’t need that much
sunscreen.”
Sanya pulls her floppy hat on lower and ignores him.
“And a Filipino guy knows all about black skin care?” Teo turns at my voice,
his thin arms flailing in the process.
“More than a white guy.”
I’m going to punch him. I can feel it. My skin is hot, and my blood roars in my
ears. I’m not in the mood. Sanya throws her hat and book back in her bag. She

moves between us before speaking.
“Henry knows more about my body than you ever did.”
Teo scoffs completely unaware of the danger he is in if he says the wrong thing
again.
“You act like your pussy is made of gold.” I move forward, but Sanya pushes
back.

“No, Teo; your problem is my pussy is off limits.”
I’m somehow calmed. Pussy is not a word Sanya uses – at least not while sober
– so it throws me for a moment; then it arouses me.
“Water, Henry,” she orders.
We wade out into the water, but Sanya stops and wraps her hair into a bun at
the top of her head.
“I don’t feel like getting my hair wet.”