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A contract? Formally outlining what was to come, even if it was until Saturday?
“YES!” I shouted. Why had I shouted that? Because it felt like a relief, that he understood.
“A sex contract,” he said, as if mulling over the concept. “That’s not a new thing. For me, yes, but it sounds f–, I mean, I’m intrigued and very hard. Hmm.”
Now I was confused. “Intrigued? Hard?” The idea of uptight boundaries and guidelines turned him on?
“This is a good idea,” he said, sounding pleased. “Come over after work and I’ll have one ready for your review.”
“You… you will?” I asked, stunned by the turn this conversation took, but he’d already hung up.
17
MELLY
“I’m aboutto do something crazy,” I told Mallory when I was in my car. I’d turned it on but hadn’t pulled out of my parking spot at the library. Fred was on the passenger seat, staring at me, wondering why the car wasn’t moving.
This time of year, it was already dark out, but the lot was well lit.
“Something crazy I would do or something crazy you would do?”
Mallory didn’t jump out of airplanes, but she definitely had a wild streak. She was bold and silly and even a little goofy. Of course they were all personality traits for a good first grade teacher. So her kind of crazy and my kind of crazy were on two different levels.
Except–
“I’m not sure,” I replied, reaching to turn down the volume on the radio. “Would you go to a man’s house you’ve only known for a day and give him your virginity within the boundaries of a sex contract?”
“WHAT?”
I winced. Even Fred heard and cocked her head to the side. “That crazy, huh?”
“Are you talking about Daniel Pearson? The gorgeous lumberjack? The guy who showed up at the bar because you drunk dialed him?”
“And got me off in the storage room after you left,” I added on a big exhale.
“WHAT?”
“And then I threw up on him.”
“WHAT?”
I had my answer. “So crazy for me then.”
“And crazy for me, too,” she added. “All that really happened?”
“Yes. I’m never drinking with you again.”
She ignored the drinking thing and plowed on. “And you’re going to go to his house? Now?”
“That’s the plan,” I said.
“Melly, what do you want to do? Deep down. Not whatpeoplethink you should do or whatyouthink you should do. What does your vagina want you to do?”
My eyes practically bugged out of my head. “My vagina?”
“Yes, since your vagina will be an active part of the evening.”
I pursed my lips and started to–
