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I start to laugh hearing Dirk's life being threatened so easily but so effectively."I'll stock the fridge with a case of beer.This story is going to be good."I tell him.

"Yeah."He laughs with me."It is a good one."

"Babe."He tells the Brit."Chillax!Go do what you do.I got this."Then he tells me in a loud whisper."Make it a really nice one."

"You got it.I know just the place.A new gated community."

"Thanks, Hard.I'll be in touch."

A car horn on the street below brings me back to the balcony.I glance down to see a man shaking his fist out of the window of his Fiat.

I smirk, then laugh, remembering the nickname Sam-I-am tagged me with.It's been a long time since I was called Hard, but some names just stick, and that's one of those names.

Army Aviation Flight School, Fort Rucker, Alabama.Six years earlier.

Dirk bragged to the others on the flight line Monday morning.

"Dudes, my wingman Moore earned a new nickname Saturday night."

"Spill it!"

"His new name is Hardcore, but I call him Hard for short."

They all laughed at that."Cause his dick stays hard all the time?"

"Hey, Hard, come over here and tell them what happened Saturday night."

"Naw, man.Let it lay."

"Hell no!"They all chimed in."Spill it!"

"We walk in, right?And immediately, Ole Hulk here draws the ladies' eyes.You can hear the word 'Eye Candy' buzzing around the bar."

"That's two words, Sam."

"Shut the fuck up, Moore!Anyway, we sit down at a table, and nothing happens, right?Wrong!Some drunk chick comes up, plops down in his lap, and starts to grind him."

"No, she didn't.Quit exaggerating."

"Yes, she fucking did.But our Officer and a Gentleman here, being the best damn wingman ever, simply stands up and excuses himself to the restroom leaving me the drunk chica.When he comes back, I've done made a move to hold her right here."He pointed to his dick, and they all laughed."But her wing-lady rescues her from my evil cock, and they leave."He frowned, and everyone boos."Which should be bad, right?Wrong!That's good because she broke the ice, and now Mr.Muscles here is acting like a fucking chick magnet.I swear they were swarming."He flexed his biceps."Maybe I should improve my guns."

Everyone laughed.

"By the time midnight rolls around, there is sure 'nough a catfight brewing as the pussies positioned themselves to make a play for my main man.While I'm here working my ass off to pick one up, he's working hard over there not to have a threesome at the table."

"So, how did he get the new nickname, Hardcore?"

"Patience.I'm getting to that!"

"Did he go hardcore on them and fuck those pussies like the dawg we know he is?"

Someone chanted."Who let the dawg out?"So, everyone barked.

"Naw, man!He mows them down!It was brutal, I tell you!"He hung his head then shook it."He told them.'Look!I'm not into you, and I'm not getting "in" to you.'"

"Ahhhh!"They all moaned.

"That's a hardcore rejection right there."