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to Tell a Naked Man What to Do. It teaches women to take control of their own sex life. It’s perfect if you’re having trouble getting your partner to please you.”
    “Oh, no. It’s not for me. I mean it is, but not in that way. You see, I’m a writer.”
    “Ah, for research then?” She guided me to the cash register and began the process of ringing me up. “Is your new book fiction or nonfiction?”
    I hesitated. But this woman was not my mother. She seemed interested in what I was doing for a living. Definitely not my mother. “Fiction. I’ve been writing sweet romance novels, but my publisher wants me to add steam and open doors to the love scenes.”
    The woman nodded sagely as she handed back my credit card. “Writing sex is not as easy as insert tab A into slot B. It’s about emotion and feeling and communication.”
    Emotion and feeling, I understood. It was the tabs into slots I was utterly clueless about. Not utterly. I knew what went where. I just didn’t know how to describe them with the emotion and feeling of the act. Everything I’d seen had been faked. But these videos I was purchasing were supposed to be the real deal, full of emotion and feeling. The closest thing to voyeurism without being in physical attendance.
    She handed the package to me and leaned over the counter as though our business dealing was not yet over. “You know, I was just having this conversation with my -Christopher, come here for a second.”
    I turned and saw the blonde speedster carrying a box of what looked like large pacifiers. He got closer, his eyes lighting on me. When he came up beside me, I saw that the box read ‘Anal Plugs.’

Chapter Four

    “Christopher,” said the older woman. “This is… I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t get your name?”
    I hadn’t left my name when I’d called in earlier. I’d just said I’d be by to pick up the items. Staring into Christopher’s fathomless, blue eyes again, I lost my sense. Something inside told me to tell him everything. And so I did.
    “Mary Katherine. Mary Katherine Wallace.”
    “That’s a lovely name. I’m Holly and this is Christopher. Christopher, Ms. Wallace here is an author. She’s doing research for her novel.”
    I expected the guy to blanch at the idea of talking about books. Instead, his blue eyes lit up. I had to brace myself by leaning into the counter from the impact. I was an absolute sucker for handsome men. It didn’t cause me much trouble. I so rarely spoke to drop dead gorgeous model types.  
    Christopher gave me his full attention. And then he spoke to me. “Anything I would know?” he asked.
    I wrestled to untie my tongue. “I doubt it. Unless you read romance novels?”
    “Read them? I inhaled Harlequins as a teenaged boy. The chance to get inside a girl’s head. Why would I pass up that opportunity?”
    I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not? His tone was serious, but mischief clouded those blue of his eyes. Then his face sobered. The mischief fled his gaze and an intelligent front moved in.
    “But I have complaints,” he said. “A lot of those books set women up for unrealistic expectations.”  
    He sat the box of anal plugs on the counter. Then he motioned me towards a table with chairs. He preceded me and pulled out a chair, looking up at me expectantly.
    I was too shocked to do anything but follow.  
    “Take for example the grand gesture,” he continued once we both were seated. “It’s the guy that’s always in the wrong and has to make an apology speech. But both the guy and the girl have a part in the problem, or the misunderstanding. Then there’s the happily-ever-after. The book ends just when everything’s getting started, when we all know for a fact that every couple has their ups and downs, and many relationships don’t last the first year. My parents have been together for thirty years. They fuss and they fight, but my dad says he wakes up every morning and reaches for my mother, even when he’s