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from some distant height. Amazing how silly and deluded she’d been. “He’ll still growl at other guys who look our way, and roughly grab and kiss us in public, as only the wild wolf does, making other women jealous. The sex will be unexpected, keeping things exciting.”
    She sighed again, and gazed up at the ceiling. “That’s the one flaw in your Full Disclosure, Roy,” she added.
    “What?”
    “It’s easier to be honest with others than it is with yourself. When a woman like me hooks up with a bad boy, who she knows has a history of going from female to female, she fools herself. Even if he comes right out and says he’s not going to be faithful, she’ll tell herself: ‘he’ll be different with me.’”
    “Like playing the lottery?” Roy’s tone was wry, which made Janet relax. Of course he’d understand.
    “Like that, yeah. You go for the long-shot because you’re so sure that you’re unique; you alone can beat those odds. You lie to yourself, because if you don’t, you know you’ll feel…not special.”
    “Do you think, then, that people can’t change?” he asked and shifted, as if unsettled.
    “Oh, no. They can change. Being, however, older and wiser now than I was back at the bar,” she offered him a smile, “I think the mistake is thinking they can change how we want and when we want.”
    Roy checked over his toes. They were as clipped as possible. “My clothes are all over the floor and so are my nails. What now?”
    “You could leave the toilet seat up. Billy always did.”
     
”Um...nope. Can’t do that.”
     
Janet blinked at him.
    “Can’t? Are you telling me you’re the one man in the world who puts the toilet seat down?”
    “Always,” he shrugged.
    “Oh, my God.” She faked a faint. “I’m in love!”
    “Very funny. But seriously. I don’t see what the big deal is. I can aim and even if I couldn’t, I’ve gotta have that seat down sometimes, too.”
    “Damn. A reasonable man. I thought you guys were extinct. I got so fed up with Billy bitching about my ‘annoying requirement’ as he called it and his right to leave the seat up if he wanted to that I made him a deal. Whoever scrubbed the toilet got to decide.” She snorted. “Like he was ever going to scour the bathroom. He didn’t complain after that, but he still acted like he was doing me a favor.”
    “He’ll probably leave the seat up with Tiffany,” Roy observed. “And late at night she’ll sit and her skinny little ass will fall right in.”
    Janet’s eyes gleamed with delight. “And he won’t have flushed! Hah!”
    “He didn’t flush?” Roy winced. “No wonder you’ve a low opinion of guys.”
    Janet airily waved her freshly painted nails. “You guys have to put up with our tampons and mood swings every month. That has to be as bad. Now that would be full disclosure,” she added. “If I were on my period or pms-ing. I mean, as far as showing you what I’m like at my worst.”
    “Do you yell and scream?”
    “I get weepy, actually. Anything remotely sad or wrongly said can make me cry. Like, if you advised me to get more exercise, I’d burst into tears thinking you thought me fat.”
    “I bet Billy didn’t like that,” Roy said.
    “Nope. Now how does that work? Why do you want women to be feminine...but not crying? Isn’t crying a part of femininity?”
    “Yes, but you have to cry for the right reasons at the right time,” Roy pointed out. “Like when we’ve done something wonderful for you—or when you’ve made a terrible mistake and want us to forgive you. Then it’s sexy.”
    “Or when you’ve given us the greatest sexual pleasure of our lives?” Janet asked coyly.
    Roy felt his cock jump at her sultry tone. Damn. He tried to smile. “That hasn’t happened to me yet, but yes, I think that would qualify.”
    Janet shifted in the tub and crossed her arms on the edge. Roy couldn’t help noticing how her breasts pressed up, glistening wet. “Was the sex