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Chapter 1 They stood at the intersection waiting for the light to turn. They'd been fighting for four blocks now. "You are so stupid!" he yelled at her. "You may not be so smart yourself." She said it without emotion, just going through the ritual. Don't fight back; he goes on forever. Fight back too much; he gets explosive, not physically abusive but headache loud. They're relationship had become a game of trying to fight just enough. Though on this occasion she was exhausted and aimed to push him swiftly to leaving; an ambitious goal. He could fight all night. He didn't seem to hate it that way she did. Maybe he enjoyed it. "What did you say?!" He demanded. "Smart men tend to attract and couple with smart women. Men who only think they're smart, or would like to, they hook up with the stupid ones, like you, with me." "Oh, fuck you!" and that was that. She'd gotten what she wanted. He stormed off. Perhaps she was supposed to chase. But she just stood there. She stared into space. She wondered how she'd gotten into this situation yet again. Sure, she had the stereotypical asshole dad. Her mom had attracted jerks too it would seem. Perhaps it was genetic, or perhaps she learned from her mom how to move, talk, breath in way that said "Jerks, looking for jerks!" She tried so hard to pick men who were charming, and sweet and kind. What subtle signs of latent jerkdom did other girls catch that she was missing? Lost in these thoughts she took no notice of the car that had stopped ...

... at the curb in front of her. "Hey, sweetie." the man inside hollered. She looked down to see an older man in a town car, leaning forward and looking at her through the front passenger window. She figured he needed directions. "Yeah?" she asked leaning forward. "I, uh, I'd like a date?" She was a bit surprised at his tactics. She'd been picked up on before, but he sounded as if he was collecting a debt, as if she was somehow obligated to give him the date he was requesting. It wasn't until she looked over her shoulder to see who else might be witnessing this, maybe to see some prankster with a camera, that she noticed the other woman, also standing on this corner. He thought she was a prostitute! She opened his passenger door and she had a seat. Sitting there, staring out the window, she figured she'd done her part and now he'd do his. He'd take here somewhere, fuck her and hand her money. He seemed to be waiting as well. She looked at him and he looked back. She figured she should smile. She didn't. "Well, how much?" he asked. How much? She had no idea how much. How much did Julia Roberts get in that movie? She couldn't remember. "I'm no Julia Roberts." she though to herself. Of course the heavy set, balding man sitting across from her in the short sleeve dress shirt and ugly tie was certainly no Richard Gere. "A thousand bucks... please." she answered, finally. "A Thousand Bucks! What the hell are you going to do me that's going to be worth a thousand bucks? You got a couple ...