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Adam breathed softly and chuckled to himself as he drove home. Everything had gone so wild. Joan had been right, to accuse him of wanting to play it safe proposing to Heather when it was Flora he enjoyed -- but he hadn't enjoyed Flora even one fraction as much as he had enjoyed Gogo. Gogo was a true X factor, throwing his inner compass off kilter. He had met her just eight hours ago, fucked her twice, gotten jacked off by Mary just thinking about her, and then he had blown his wad all over her tonight. The significance of these events was surely not lost on the other women.

It was only then that it finally hit him. Tomorrow. Gogo, was, after all, his newly hired secretary. She was going to be right there, outside his office, all day, every day, day after day after ...

He shook his head hard. So what if he might occasionally coax Gogo into his office for a quickie? he reasoned. A man didn't have to be a too-male to do that, it was fairly ordinary behavior.

Still, he could not deny a sense of danger. Gogo had gotten to him, gotten under his skin, instantly neutralizing years of developing patience and control. Yes, Mary had been right, he would have to see Dr. Dietz. As soon as tomorrow? He was not so sure.

Adam's mind was so deep into his own problems that he could only chuckle as he noticed the police car gently pulling up parallel to him.

"Hey, there. Want to pull over?"

"Up and over there," Adam offered. He wanted to be parked within sight of his house.

He studied Fitzpatrick as she came over to him. She looked different. She no longer had the cap on and her blonde hair flowed freely. She had her dark shirt tied up to show off an admirable midriff. She sauntered over with a slightly exaggerated waggle of the hips, more gunslinger than seductress. He also had to give her credit for her upper body, for while his expert eye could tell that she was not especially busty, she was packaging it as best she could, probably with two bras tied together in back, with some subtle makeup on them to enhance the contours. He noted too that she had serious guns in those short sleeves, that her arms were muscular and powerful but not to any extent overriding her basic feminine sleekness.

"Hey there, Mr. Ziktor," she greeted pleasantly as she leaned into his window.

So she got the name right this time. "Officer Fitzpatrick. What a coincidence. Or it had better be. You wouldn't be stalking me, would you?"

"Stalking you? Not exactly. I just want to apologize again for threatening you with a ticket. So where are you headed?"

"Home."

"That's what I thought. What happened to those four women?"

"I left them."

"So tonight was a date. With four women." She grinned and shook her head. "The stories we hear about you too-males! So did you have sex with all four of them?"

"That's my business, officer."

"I bet you did. And I can tell by your ring that you have three wives. Oh, my my ... has sex with four women, comes back home to three wives." She leaned in a little closer. "You know, I've never really known a real man my whole life."

Some men are not even as much a real man as you are, Adam was tempted to say, but thought better of it. "Look, you're being much nicer than threatening me with a ticket ... but the answer is still No."

"That's cool. Listen, I just have an offer to make you. I'll quit bugging you like this. But I hear stories, that sometimes a too-male's life can get ... well ... a little out of control. I'm not talking about being prejudiced or believing in any stereotypes or anything like that. I'm just saying, I believe in statistics, and ... it tends to happen to you guys. So, listen, if things ever get a bit crazy for you, and you're not sure who to call -- remember Fitzpatrick."

"Why?"

"Because I'm an attack bitch from hell. And I'm rooting for the real men. I want all you real men to be successful and multiply and subdue and replenish the earth and all that Book of Genesis shit."

"In the hope you'll be a concubine?"

Fitzpatrick just grinned. "Good night, Mr. Zipper."

"It's Ziktor."

"I know that. I'm just messing with you." She winked at him, then waggled her hips back into her car and drove off.

Adam chuckled as he pulled into the driveway. Fitzpatrick was a character, he gave her that, but he doubted like hell he'd ever see her again.

Besides, he was home, and home was where he could meet the single greatest woman in his life. He never said it out loud, but it was his daughter Erin. Everyone else had lived their lives, or were someone else's responsibility, but Erin was his, his flesh, his responsibility, his pride and joy, and when push came to shove every other woman would just have to take a back seat.

Erin embraced him as he came through the door. "Hey, dad!"

Adam was always impressed by how much sheer prettiness Erin had inherited from Charlotte, by some miracle making his own contributions fit right in. "Hey, sport!"

"So? Did you pop the question to Heather?"

He sighed. Those plans, they felt so ancient now. "We ... just had a date, that was all."

"Ah! Cold feet. Well, I still like Heather. You can always try again."

"Baby, I have three wives."

"Yeah, but I worry about you. Maybe if you had enough wives you could finally settle down. You keep playing the field, some girl's going to get you in trouble."

"I'm loyal -- in my way." Yes, this most definitely was not the best time to raise the subject of Gogo.

"Beth turned in for the night, but she left some stuff in your office, she wants you to see it before you leave tomorrow. Mom and Donna are still up. Shall I reheat lasagna for you?"

"I think I can handle it. Good night, Erin."

(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire)