Lori nodded and gestured over her shoulder with her thumb. “You may want to study the poster next to it, as well.”
I glanced back over at the wall, eying theCPR and Choking First Aidposter.
She smirked. “Just in case I’m inclined to strangle you before you can escape from the building.”
I chuckled. “Ten seconds.” The last commercial in the set ended, and I turned on the microphone. “Welcome back to Dr. Tough Love with my sidekick, Lori Martin.”
“Cohost.”
“I hope your morning is off to a great start. I’m on my second cup of coffee, which is a good thing, even though a mocha would have been much better.”
Lori sighed. “Are you still going on about that?”
“And I will continue to do so until I get a mocha from you.”
“You could buy your own, you know.”
“That would be much too easy. Hey, let’s take another call. What’s this?” I gestured to the monitor. “A rare female caller! Roll out the red carpet. Heather from Scripps Ranch, you’re on the air.”
“Hi, Dr. Tough Love. Hi, Lori.”
“Hi, Heather,” Lori answered. “What’s going on?”
“My boyfriend is a freak in the bed and I’m not talking about sex. In fact, he wants to do everything there except have sex.”
“Give us some examples,” I said.
“Okay . . . he watches TV in bed, eats pizza, works on his computer, plays video games, you name it. I think the bedroom should be used only for sleeping and intimate things. What do you think?”
I gestured to my sidekick. “Lori, your thoughts?”
She stared at me. “You want meto go first?”
“Sure. Why not?
I held up my fist. “If you say age before beauty, I’m going to tell you to stuff a sock in it, and I will gladly provide the sock.”
I frowned. “I must say, your words are rather hostile and hurtful.”
“You can’t be serious.”
I grinned. “Of course not. Answer the question.”
“Fine. Heather, you definitely have a problem with your boyfriend, but it’s something that can be easily fixed. I agree with you that the bedroom should be used for sleeping and intimacy, if you’re a sexually active couple.”
I took a sip of my cold, boring coffee, looking for some stimulating conversation. “And what would Lori Martin consider sexually active?”
“What do you mean?”
I shrugged, wondering if she really was going to talk to me about her sex life. “I don’t know, give me a number. Is sexually active three times a week? Twice a month? Once a year or maybe only on birthdays, anniversaries, and Valentine’s Day?”
Lori thought about it. “Well, it depends on the couple and their ages, don’t you think? Three times a week may be a lot for people in their sixties, but perfectly normal for someone like you and me.”
I blinked.
Her face flushed.
That was unexpected.
