I checked my messages from all of the recent connections in my life, and some new folks. There was Victoria, Judi, Danni, Rachel, TaShay, Kim, my mother, sister, new modeling dates, and Michelle from San Francisco.

“Michelle from San Francisco?” I wondered out loud. She didn’t leave any specific message, she just told me to call her. I barely spent much time with the girl. I remember her being a very secluded woman. She worked for a San Francisco bank, went to work, to the libraries, the bookstores, and then back home to read. I met her at a party that one of her girlfriends forced her to attend.

Michelle was a pretty girl, but she wasn’t much fun to be with. I guess she was calling me to shoot the breeze for old time’s sake, but I had no interest in calling her back.

I hustled back out to the car with Billy, and we hung out for two wild nights in L.A. We never did catch back up to the Filipina girls from the mansion, but we had enough fun with a few other girls. I didn’t have another threesome, but I did get laid on both Saturday and Sunday nights. I was pretty satisfied with that. That made four nights in a row with five different women. I had never done that before.

Monday morning, I was on my way to face Andrea again in Chicago. If I had another threesome with Andrea and Brazil, that would make five nights in a row with seven different women. That was crazy, but I’m sure there were other men who had been busier than that. I guess it just depended on how many women wanted you and how many of those women you allowed yourself to have.

I got off the plane in Chicago in the early afternoon and called Andrea from the terminal immediately. There was no sense in me staying there if nothing was up. Then again, I could have called Victoria back. However, Andrea answered her phone and was very receptive of me.

“Where are you? Are you in Chicago already? How was San Francisco?”

I was glad she reminded me of my lie. I most likely would have slipped up again about being in L.A. instead of San Fran had she not said anything about it. I just didn’t want her to know that I was in L.A., and with Mr. Vissel at his busy mansion. I didn’t know how Andrea would feel about me knowing her situation there, but how long could she keep that sort of thing under wraps anyway, especially knowing that I had a history with Marcus? I had been the one to introduce her to him.

I answered, “Yeah, I’m back in Chicago. Are you two both still in town?”

I had one thing on my mind. I wanted to see if Andrea and Brazil could outdo TaShay and Tan. There was no stopping my train ride. I was a man on a mission.