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night.
     
               
Tea finished and back in bed, she picked up her book, The Mastery of Love — one
of her favorites which was always by her bedside —to read until sleep
kicked in.
    .
. .
     
               
"It's about time," Katrina said, when Kylie told her about her erotic
dream the night before. "I can't believe you're 29 years old and never had
one."
     
               
"Well I'm glad I hadn't. Talk about being sexually frustrated. It's easy not to think about sex when you're not getting any on a regular basis, but when
you're not getting any and then you have dreams about getting it — and having
it be amazing by the way — well that's just torture," Kylie responded.
     
               
"Well he asked you out. So it looks like you're about to come out of a
drought my friend," Katrina threw back at her.
     
               
"No ugh," Kylie said. "I really like him Katrina. I don’t want
to sleep with him too soon and fog up my judgment," she said to her friend
seriously.
     
               
"Then put on your big girl panties …" Katrina said.
     
               
"I know, I know, put on my big girl panties and deal with it. … Can't you
be a little sympathetic you man eater," Kylie turned on her. "Not all
of us can take'em and leave'm like you do," she said, frustrated with her
friend.
     
               
"Calm down, Kylie. I didn't mean that," her friend said, encasing one
of her hands in hers.
     
               
"What I meant was to literally put on big girl panties — as in, unattractive
granny draws —when you go out with him. That's what I do when I go out with a
guy I really like that I'm tempted to sleep with right away. I put on the
ugliest, biggest pair of panties I have. I keep a few pair just for those
occasions."
     
               
"It works. I'd be mortified to let any body see me in them, and not to
mention what a mood killer it'd probably be for them. Although, most men will
overlook anything if they think they're about to get some. "
     
               
Laughing, Kylie said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you Katrina. I
think I'm just nervous about going out with Gatlin."
     
               
"It's ok. I'm living vicariously through you with this one. It's nice to
see love blossom right before your very eyes."
     
               
"I don't know about love, but lust is definitely in season!" Kylie
instinctively hugged her friend. "You're the best," she said.
     
               
"Now I'd better knock out this story or my love life will be the least of
my worries!" she said, going back to her cubicle.

Chapter
4: It's a Love Thang
     
               
Kylie bent over, shook her riotous curls and whipped her head up and back. It
was a trick she often used to get her hair to fall 'just right.'
     
               
Popping a mint into her mouth, she took one last look at her face in the mirror
in her living room and grabbed her purse to meet Gatlin downstairs.
     
               
Ah, first date jitters. Romantic soul that she was, she didn't abhor them like
most women. The butterflies in the stomach feeling, the nervous anticipation of
the first kiss, the first grab of the hand across the dinner table, the first
touch of the shoulder in a movie theatre — Kylie lived for all of this.
     
               
She'd seen what true love was every day of her life growing up. Her parents had
been married for 38 years, and to this day, they looked at each other like they
were still teenagers.
     
               
Kylie had known how blessed she was to have parents like hers since she was in
grade school. Many of her friends didn't have a mommy and a daddy at home.
     
               
"But why doesn't your daddy live at home with you and your mommy?"
she'd asked her friend in first grade. The little girl had started