I kept telling myself I could make it another day. By Tuesday I could physically feel what I would describe as a dull, pulsing ache and in my mind it ...felt like my inter lips were swollen. I remember the hot water touching my clit in the shower and I almost couldn’t breathe it was so sensitive. By Wednesday I was looking for local places to pick one up. I would have done it then but the cost was double. So I kept my faith in Amazon until Thursday. I woke up so pissed off that day. I couldn’t. On the night of the party, having dolled myself up,bought half a dozen bottles of wine and laid out a widevariety of snacks, I waited for all my friends to arrive. Andthen, resisting the urge to ruin my lipstick with a littlelesbian foreplay, I did my best to keep things civilizeduntil the saleswoman turned up.‘Good evening, ladies.’ She greeted us warmly as shemade her way up to the front of the room and opened upher sample case. ‘My name is Sally, and I’m here to helpmake your sex lives even. I wanted then to run and hide, was in two minds about everything, yet so pleasurably pulsing between my legs that I fain would have had her do it to me all again. “Yes,” I heard myself reply. While she straightened, turned back to her mirror and began humming to herself, I made myself decent, as the curious phrase has it. Lest the reader think me a natural wanton, I must take care not to write too much from hindsight. I was innocent of all save what had just happened. I was not, though, a. Billie nodded along, and struggled to tear his eyes away from the photo of the beautiful young women. When Evelyn stood to get another book, he took the opportunity to adjust his growing erection.The last scrapbook was the smallest and most worn. There were pictures of Evelyn on her parents’ farm. And some highschool photos and pictures of her from the Orange Blossom Fair, complete with a sash and crown. And then there were pictures of Stanley, a strapping young man in an Army uniform as well.