A week later I will learn about a game Jackie and Nikki have been playing. A game that somehow ranks variation of male species in accordance to the midriffs of Antonio Banderas. A game where they correlate his rippled six-pack to male's they would like to bang.
It is mostly voyeurism. Crisp haired lads espied at the mall or a server at One World or Lums. The highest is a six. Apparently Nathan is the highest in our group with a four, purportedly because Jackie was having sex with him on the side while he was still having sex with his pregnant ex.
A week later, before I am to graduate from the institution I felt hostaged and intellectually mortgaged inside of for the past four years I will learn about what Nikki said after she left the hospital room that spring day:
"Jackie he's a five. And the only reason he's not a six is because he has a girl in his arms."
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