~*~Max~*~

I'm drowning in your vanity
Your laugh is your disease
You're dirty and you're sweet
You know you're everything to me

            After slamming her head into the wall hard and sharply, Max regained conscious and brought herself back into a cruel and harsh reality.

            Hate this, hate this, hate this, Max grumbled to herself angrily. She paced the apartment, which Original Cindy had locked and thrown away the key. To make matters worse, she'd taken anything—hairpins, paperclips, pens—that could be used to pick it,

Max's cheeks were flushed from her rising body temperature and she was tearing at her hair. It was definitely bad this time. All she could think about was Logan. But like a fool, she advised him to take a vacation and not send her a postcard.

Violently, Max tore off her clothes and stood in the middle of the living room in her worn out gray sports bra and purple panties. She found temporary relief for about fifteen minutes but after some pushups the heat rose yet again. It was then she gave up and proceeded with an old ritual: the cold shower.

            "Be cool, cold, icy, frosty," Max chanted in monotone. "Ice cold…" She sauntered to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Immediately, she stepped in and let the freezing water cascade over her body. Her chest tightened and she let out a series of short, quick gasps as her body contracted from the shock of the icy pellets hitting her fast. It was then she realized that she had forgotten to take off her panties and bra. She peeled off her undergarments and threw them on the floor outside the shower door. They landed with a plop in a wet pile.

            As Max stood in the shower, her mind was elsewhere. It was on Logan Cale. He was something else. She licked her lips just thinking about him. The man was indeed amazing, lacking almost nothing except maybe pride and some humbleness.

            Max had to come clean: her fantasy was Logan. He wasn't some puppy-love crush. Ever since the virus was destroyed, every time they grazed it was like electricity. One kiss between them was never enough. There was always that need for more…more…more of whatever he had to offer, whatever she had to give.

            Ever since they met it was obvious that they were destined to be together forever but either of them were too shy to admit it.

            Almost every night, Max would lay awake in bed, thinking about Logan. His muscular upper body, his cute little glasses that made him look all smart and cute and intellectual, his sensuous lips…and that hair! She couldn't get enough of his hair, how it spiked up like that.

            "Oooh, boy," Max sighed. "You got it bad, girl."

            Quickly, she jumped out of the shower, turned off the water and started doing pushups stark naked on the bathroom floor: two hundred of them. By then she needed another shower.

            For the next four hours, that was how she spent her time: alternating pushups with ice cold showers. Nothing else seemed to work and she was going stir crazy. After her ninth shower, Max got dressed and made her way to her baby, her motorcycle. The thrill of riding it at top speed was almost as good as a real orgasm.

            Why can't I think of anything less than Logan? Max thought to herself as she mounted the Ninja. Logan of all people! Why can't I think of Rafer? What's wrong with Rafer, really? Just as hot as Logan…oh God I have to find out where he went or I'm gonna go crazy!