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Our little romp ran long, so the SEC prep work turned into a working dinner, with Sebastian going over his papers while Connor, Johnny, Anh, and I paid more attention to our duck confit and wine.

Finally Sebastian got frustrated and slapped down his papers. “You can’t treat this so nonchalantly!”

“Let’s talk about the wedding, then,” I said.

“Oh God… no… please,” Connor pleaded.

“Shut up!” I laughed.

“We have until the wedding,” Sebastian said. “Which will be ruined by the tuberoses, but that’s another story.”

“Hey!”

“The SEC meeting is tomorrow, and if we don’t handle this, it could have massive repercussions, and – ”

“Sebastian, chill,” Connor snapped. “Why are you going crazy over this?”

“I’m not going crazy over this,” Sebastian sniffed. “It’s just a very important meeting and – ”

“And you’re totally PMSing about it,” Connor said.

“HEY!” both Anh and I shouted together.

“Sorry,” Connor apologized. “But he is.”

“Why’s it always got to be about PMS when somebody’s cranky?” I said, pretending to be annoyed, but really just teasing him. “Why can’t he be… blueballing?”

“Yeah – he’s totally blueballing,” Anh agreed enthusiastically, then blushed and shrank down in her seat when we all looked at her.

“Guys,” Sebastian said. I could see the imaginary pressure gauge over his head slowly building up. He hated raunchy talk.

“That’s not even a word,” Connor said.

“You’re a guy, and you’re arguing that ‘blue balls’ is not a thing?”

“Oh, it’s a ‘thing,’ alright,” Connor said. “But ‘blueballing’ is not a word.”

“Well, it’s totally a word now.”

“You don’t get to say it’s a word just because you made it up.”

“Guys,” Sebastian said, louder now.

“Oh, I’m getting ‘blueballing’ in the next edition of Webster’s. Believe you me,” I said.

“I’m pretty sure it’s already in UrbanDictionary.com,” Anh said, then blushed again when everyone looked at her.

I nodded decisively. “See? UrbanDictionary.com.”

“My guess is it relates more to a sensation of discomfort, rather than an emotional state,” Connor said. “Johnny? What do you say?”

Johnny shook his head. “I’m not even getting in this conversation.”

“Wimp,” Connor said good-naturedly.

“All it takes is for us to get it into common usage,” I said. “We’ll just start slipping it into regular conversations. You can even use it in your shareholder letters.”

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