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mind replaying the afternoon's events while my body automatically walked to my car and got inside.
    I picked up my cell phone and realized I was shaking. Adrenaline was still pumping through me, and I wondered how long it would be before I calmed down. The session had been so intense; the memory of it would stick with me for a while.
    With unsteady fingers, I dialed Tanya's number. Everything in me wanted to blab about what had happened. She was my best friend, and I told her everything. Yet this felt somehow forbidden. I had to keep it to myself. Or maybe I could lie and tell her I had met some wonderful boy, just so I could get this off my chest.
    We met up at a local restaurant, and she seemed to be beaming with excitement as much as I was. She wiggled as we waited for the host to show us to our seats, going on about having big news, though she refused to tell me what it was until we were seated.
    I slid into the booth opposite her. Before we even had a chance to say a word to each other, our waiter was at the table, taking our drink order. The ear to ear grin on Tanya's face told me that she had probably just gotten laid. She always smiled like that after sex. Sometimes, she reminded me more of a guy than a girl. She was so promiscuous, practically a nymphet. If she could have a different boy every night of the week, she would.
    “Oh. Oh. Oh.” She patted the top of the table in excitement as soon as the waiter walked away.
    “You go first,” I told her, as if I had a choice.
    “I met a boy,” she said and then squealed afterward.
    “I kind of figured.” I tried not to sound too unsurprised.
    “No. No. Not just any boy. This boy is dreamy and smart and rich. Did I mention that he's hot? Because he's really really hot.”
    “Dreamy usually implies hot.” I grinned at her.
    “And his dick.” She held her hands almost a foot apart and then mouthed the words, “this big.”
    I couldn't help but laugh. “Sounds like the total package. I'm guessing that you two—”
    “Of course we did,” she giggled like a school girl. “You know me better than that, Chey. Why'd you even ask?”
    I wanted to roll my eyes, imagining a bedpost full of notches that went all the way down to the floor. “Why'd I even ask? Oh, by the way, how's the sugar daddy going?”
    “I don't want to talk about him. He's old news. I'm going to cut ties. I just don't have time for him anymore with college and all of these new boys.”
    “I'm sure he'll be disappointed.”
    “Wouldn't be the first time I left a guy heartbroken.”
    Tanya was the quintessential Asian dream. She was petite, with long silky dark hair that hung down to her lower back, a round tan face, and almond eyes. There weren't many guys who didn't lust over her small frame and perky tits. She knew how to work them too, always wearing something to accentuate her body. Today it was a skintight mini dress, black with soft white flowers crawling up the side.
    “So what about your news?” she asked.
    “I met a boy too.”
    “Oh really now?” She arched an eyebrow, giving me a strangely sleazy looking expression that made me giggle.
    “Yes.”
    “What's his name?”
    It was a question I hadn't expected her to ask. Usually, her mind was completely sex focused. Why'd she have to ask a question that made me think . . . and hesitate.
    “James,” I fumbled, cringing after I said it. Damien Reed looked nothing like a James. I didn't even like the name James. Why had I said it?
    She wrinkled her nose, mirroring my thought. “I don't like that name.”
    “Me neither, but he's pretty dreamy too.”
    “So, what does he look like?”
    “He's tall, with dark hair and dark eyes.”
    “Sounds yummy. Is he chubby?”
    “No. He's very fit. He wears . . . really tight clothes.” I wanted to drool, thinking about the tent in Damien Reed's jeans. It reminded me of the saying about love. Stop looking and you'll find it. I had been working on giving him an erection for what felt like