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mad at her.”
    My toes curled up into the clouds. My ovaries had heart palpitations. On the other side of the wall, I heard the Orgasmic Meditation group. Their chants were no longer in synch. They were also no longer in harmony. Some cries rang higher, others lower.
    “But my biggest gripe,” Christopher continued his sermon over the chorus of guttural praises in the next room, “is the simultaneous orgasm. Do you know how hard that is to achieve? And not all women are multi-orgasmic. But they expect the guy to do all the work, and all she has to do is lay there. That’s what romance novels teach women.”
    The bell ringing over the entry door broke up the chanting and his speech. Two women entered the shop.
    They were both tall with legs for days. The first was pancake thin in a low-cut blouse and hip-hugging skirt. The second was shaped like a soda bottle with a slim torso and then a flaring backside that couldn’t be real. But as I looked closer at their faces, I realized that they had to be twins.
    “Hi, Ms. Holly,” they said in unison.
    “Hello, girls,” said Holly with a welcoming smile. “Your order came in this morning. I’ll grab it for you.” She disappeared down the private hall.
    “Hey, Crow,” purred Soda Bottle. “I hear your crew is having a party tonight.”  
    “We’re coming over,” said Pancake. “You wanna come to our place for some pre-party fun?”
    “Thanks ladies, but no. I’m talking to my new friend, MK.”
    Pancake and Soda Bottle glanced at me. Holly came out of the back with a package in her hands and motioned the girls over to the cash register. They went without a huff. By the time I turned back around, Christopher, or was it Crow, had his eyes back on me.
    “So, tell me about your story, MK.”
    I looked between the twins and him. They looked like the type of women who knew how to tell a naked man what to do. I’d never even seen a naked man in real life. This, sitting across a table from Christopher, was the closest I’d been to a man in months. “You should probably go with them.”
    “I’ll hook up with them later,” he said.
    “You could probably get lucky with them. You should know that’s not going to happen with me.”
    The mischief returned to his blue eyes. “I wasn’t aware that I’d offered sex. I thought we were having a conversation.”
    The tips of my ears burned bright red. Of course he wasn’t interested in me. Not when he had twin models throwing themselves at him. “I’m sorry. I realize I’m not your type-”
    “No,” he chuckled. “You’re exactly my type, MK.”
    I liked my name. I thought it made me unique having two first names. Being called two letters, by this man with an angelic face and the devil in his eyes, made me feel like a different version of myself. Someone hip and cool.
    I shook myself out of it. Inside, I was the same old Mary Katherine. “I’m a virgin.”
    That should do it. When I laid that bit of knowledge on the men I dated that got them leaning back in their chairs and raising their hand for the check. Christopher leaned back in his chair, but his hand didn’t rise to call forth the end of our time together. The look on his face began as a grimace, but it kept spreading wider and wider, like the Cheshire cat.
    “Oh, MK.” He shook his head as he rubbed his thumb across his grinning lips. “I’ve got a thing for virgins.”
    He looked at me with interest. He specifically looked at my chest with interest, like he was debating the best way to get me out of my sundress.
    I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m waiting until marriage.”
    He cocked his head, curious but undaunted. “For religious reasons?”
    I was shocked that we were still having this conversation. Most guys would have run for the hills by this time. “Are you trying to figure out the rules of some game?”
    He leaned back in his chair, smile still in place. “You’re the one who keeps putting your cherry on a platter. I was simply