“Let me try again.”
“Maybe try a different angle . . . ?”
“I could go a little left?”
“Yes, left. Good idea. Left.”
“Like this?”
“Mmmm, maybe that’s a little too far left? . . .NO, too far right now!”
“Okay, I think I almost have it.”
“Nope, still wrong direction—maybe a little bit up . . .”
“Up, okay, up.”
“A little too far up, definitely down a little.”
“Down.”
“Yup, keep going down . . .”
“Okay.”
“And push a little more.”
“Pushing.”
“. . .TOOFARDOWN!TOOFARDOWN!STOPPUSHING!”
“I’m just going to the uh . . .” I jumped off the bed, not bothering to finish that sentence, and ran for the bathroom leaving Logan sitting on the bed. As soon as I was inside, I looked around. I climbed into the shower and closed the door, hoping that would muffle the sounds of the talking I was about to do as I dialed Sara’s number.
She answered on the first ring. “Hey, how’s it going?”
“Oh my God, it’s a disaster.”
“Have you guys had sex yet?”
I put my hand over the phone receiver and lowered my voice even more. “We tried. It didn’t work.”
“Why are you whispering? Wait, where are you? Is he there?”
“I’m in the shower in the bathroom. He’s in the bedroom.” I raised my voice slightly so she could hear.
“What do you mean it didn’t work?”
“It just . . .” I held my head. “Didn’t go where it was supposed to go.”
“Okay, what does that mean?”
I took a deep breath. “It means that it didn’t go in the right place, okay?”
“What place did it go?”
“Theotherplace.”
“OHMYGOD.”
