The Virgin Sex Queen by Angela Verdenius Page A

this stupid idea but I’m not interested.
Now come on, quit farting around. I have to get home and get ready
for work, and I still have your big arse to drop off on the
way.”
    Shaking his
head, Marty waited until Alan had unlocked the doors before sliding
into the passenger seat.
    Getting in the
other side, Alan glanced at him while doing up his seat belt. “I
don’t know where you get these weird ideas, Marty. Marriage has
messed with your head.”
    “But I…” Marty
stopped and simply shook his head again.
    “Yeah,
speechless. I rest my case.” Starting the car, Alan checked the
traffic before pulling out onto the road.
    Yep, he felt a
lot better. A little foolish maybe, but better. There’d been no man
there sniffing around Sophie’s legs - or anywhere else on her - and
she’d been sitting there surrounded by women, doing her thing. All
safe and secure.
    Safe and secure
from any bloke who might be interested in her.
     
    Four hours
later he was sitting in the patrol car, Mike a silent presence
beside him. Nothing odd about that, it was what was wrong with
himself that was the problem. He’d had time to think.
    The silence
stretched between them as they drove along, Alan gazing out the
window and wondering what the hell was wrong with him. As
they passed the bookshop, the poster proclaiming Sophie’s presence
no longer there, he heaved a sigh.
    Marty would
have asked him what the matter was, but not Mike. Oh no, the big
lug just sat there driving in silence, waiting for Alan to spill
his guts or not, whichever he chose.
    Finally, Alan
broke the silence. “I think I’ve turned into a stalker.”
    A grunt was the
only reply he got in return.
    “Today I went
to the bookshop and spied on Sophie through the bookshelves.”
Humiliating. Just the very memory had him cringing in his seat. How
could he have done that? Why had he done that? How old was he, for
God’s sake? Twelve?
    Another grunt
from Mike.
    “I can’t
believe it I did it.” Alan stared out the window. “The chick has
done something to me.”
    Third
grunt.
    “I mean, I
don’t chase chicks.”
    This time there
came a snort.
    “Okay, I do
chase chicks, but I…well shit, man, I don’t know what came over
me.”
    Silence.
    “One minute I’m
reading this chick porn, the next thing I’m stalking Sophie.” He
turned his head to look at Mike. “What does that make me?”
    “Insane
stalker.”
    “Great. I might
have known I’d get no advice from you.”
    “You’re reading
erotic romance. What can I say?”
    “Oh, please,
don’t hold back.”
    Mike slid a
slow, cold-eyed look at him. “You don’t stalk ladies.”
    Alan’s eyes
widened. “Ladies? You’ve met Sophie?”
    “No. I’m just
saying, you don’t stalk ladies.”
    “So it’s okay
to stalk women, just not ladies?”
    Another
cold-eyed look.
    “Right.” Alan
returned to staring out the window.
    After several
seconds, Mike rumbled, “You get laid recently?”
    “What’s that
got to do with it?”
    “You’re always
chasing women. Maybe you’re building up pressure and it’s squashing
your pea brain inside your head.”
    Alan’s head
shot around so fast to stare at Mike that he almost gave himself
whiplash. “Was that a joke? From you?”
    The corner of
Mike’s mouth twitched ever so faintly. “Just an idea.”
    “I think I need
CPR.”
    “No, maybe what
you need is a reality check.”
    “Huh?”
    “Why are you
reading romances?’
    “Don’t say it
like that.”
    Third cold-eyed
look.
    “Geez. Fine.
I’m researching.”
    “You want to
get inside this lady’s head, you spend time with her.”
    Alan snorted.
“When I spend time with her, she messes with my head.”
    “Which
head?”
    “Holy cow, that
must be a record for you. Two jokes in five minutes.”
    “I’m not
joking.”
    From the stoic
expression Mike wore, Alan had no idea, but knowing Mike, he
probably was serious. Which meant one thing. “If you’re saying my
dick is leading my brain,