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I caught Minty’s eye reassuringly as I said, “Yeah, Betsy knowswhere I work.”
She nodded firmly. “I want Riverwoods to take us on a field trip to a sex shop. I don’t see why they won’t. We’re grown-ups, and I want a vibrator. I saw an article about them in a magazine of Rodney’s.”
I bit my lip. Betsy could be so open that sometimes I forgot other people weren’t used to how carefree she was in expressing herself.
“If you can’t convince them to take you, I could buy you one and mail it to you, or bring it here,” Minty said.
I couldn’t stop my brows from quirking every which direction as I imagined Minty in the shop, looking around for a vibrator for my sister. Horrifying.
“We’ve scandalized Luke,” Minty whispered to her. “Look at him blush.”
Betsy laughed. “He’s a prude.”
“I work in a sex shop,” I muttered. “How can I be a prude?”
“You are, though.”
I wasn’t about to mention my BDSM work to prove a point, and I hoped Minty wouldn’t either. Betsy knowing about the shop was one thing, knowing about the rest was not okay with me.
But my worry was unnecessary. Minty just shrugged. “I don’t know about that, but the offer stands on the vibrator.”
“I can pay you back,” she agreed. “Up to ninety whole dollars. That’s how much the vibrator cost in the magazine, and I’ve been saving.”
“How about we talk about less sexual things?” I suggested. “Surely you have something else you could chat with Minty about. You don’t even know him. Aren’t you curious about who he is? Ask him anything. Anything at all.”
“Okay,” Betsy agreed. She pondered. “Did you buy anything?”
Minty frowned. “When?”
“At the shop. When you met my brother.”
Minty darted a glance my way. “Um, I bought a class package.”
“They sell classes there?”
“It was a special kind of class.”
“Asexclass?”
“Yes?” Minty answered, uncertainly.
“Oh, I want a sex class!”
“Betsy!” I said sharply. “No more talking about sex.”
It was on her mind a lot now that she and Rodney were doing it, but I really didn’t want to share any more about my or Minty’s personal life, or hear much more about hers.
Minty went back to the pudding. Betsy did too. We sat in silence for some time, until Betsy asked, “Have you two done it? Like up the butt? Rodney saw it in a magazine and wants to try that.”
“Jesus Christ, Bets.”
I stood up and walked away from the picnic table as Minty said, “Yes, we do. You’ll need some pointers before you just jump into things there. Anal sex isn’t like vaginal sex. First, you need condoms for sure. And second, you’ll need lubrication.”
I scrubbed a hand over my face. “I’m just going to—” I motioned toward the long, drawn-out walk on the flower path that went around the building. They did all they could around here to make the grounds pleasant for the residents, having gone so far as to put in a manmade lake and stocking it with koi.
“So long, prude!” Betsy called as I headed down the path.
I was glad Riverwoods allowed for their residents to explore more mature things as they got older, offered sex education classes, and were liberal with condoms to offset the STD risks, but sometimes I wondered if they shouldn’t be more conservative than they were about it all. Especially in light of HIV. It was far too easy for something to go wrong in the heat of the moment…
