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As I laid naked on the soft King sized bed, a trickle of sweat ran down my back and raced for the crack of my ass. Everything felt hot. The sheets were hot, the pillow was hot, and more importantly, I was hot. ‘It’s a dry heat,’ is all I heard from the locals, but at nearly midnight in Las Vegas and the needle still hovering around 90, I didn’t care what the locals said. I was hot.

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"I'll take a deluxe bacon cheeseburger with fries and a double Stoli martini on the rocks." The corner of my mouth curled in a smile as I listened to Jack's order. Some things never change. I turned to the waitress. "I'll have the Chef's Salad, please, and a sparkling water with lime," I said. Jack leveled his gaze at me and smirked. "I don't know about your generation, son. Your father never would have ordered rabbit food and water for lunch. What's the world coming to?"

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