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the pile, then sat back into the cushions of the sofa, his eyes scanning the pages, one after another, smiling, until he eventually threw his head back, laughter filling the room.
    That wasn’t a good sign. It may be a little old-fashioned in its wording, but it was supposed to be erotica, not a comedy.
    “Oh my God, that’s fucking brilliant. You’re really hilarious.” He swept up another story, chuckling away to himself as he read. “Bah! Throbbing dagger into her tunnel of love. Classic.” He wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes while I sat there mortified, trying not to shed a tear of my own.
    When he’d read another three stories, he stopped and seemed to remember I was sitting there watching. “These are magic. I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time.” His smile faltered as he observed my expression. “Don’t you think they’re funny?”
    Swallowing down the lump in my throat, I tried to smile. “They’re not meant to be funny. In their day, they were pretty well received…as erotica.” My hands fidgeted in my lap. “I guess now they just seem stupid.” My eyes welled, not because he was laughing, but because they were worse than I had imagined. I had been worried that I wasn’t capable of doing this anymore. That it had been too long, that I’d been too isolated and lost my mojo. Watching Adam try to compose himself so as not to offend me any further, I realized that I’d never had any mojo to begin with.
    “Look, I’m sorry,” he said, standing and approaching cautiously. “You write really well, and your structure and grammar are great. It was just some of the expressions and names for things seemed pretty fucking funny.”
    I shrugged. “So you don’t like dagger or sword . How ’bout pee-pee ?”
    His hands flew to his head. “Oh God, I haven’t called it a pee-pee since I was six. At the very least you have to call it a willy, but really, it’s a cock, so call it a cock.” He strutted around like a cock of the feathered kind. “You can’t take that away from us. Do you know why men walk around with their chests puffed out?”
    I shook my head, totally mesmerized by the performance.
    “Because we have a cock, and do you know why we’re so proud of it?”
    I shook my head slowly again.
    “Because it’s something that women don’t have. So don’t take that away from us, because if not for our cocks, the only thing you would need us for is opening jars.”
    “Okay, so it’s a…it’s a cock, then?”
    He beamed at me. “Yes!” Dragging the chair out beside me, he sat, leaning forward with his elbows resting on the table. “What do you call your lady parts? Would you use pussy ?”
    “Gosh no, I’m more subtle than that. I think tunnel of love is romantic. You read the stories.”
    He attempted to hide the smirk behind his hand. “Driving his throbbing sword into her tunnel of love sounds painful. You have to at least use pussy, if not cu—”
    I slapped my hand over his mouth. “I couldn’t use that word. It’s just too crude.”
    “So pussy, then,” he mumbled through my hand, his breath heating my cool palm.
    I couldn’t believe I was sitting here, openly talking about cocks and pussies with a guy I’d only met a few hours ago. Charles would never in a million years even consider verbalizing the words without praying for forgiveness. Yet it seemed so natural, and it gave me a brilliant idea. If Adam could help bring my thinking into the twenty-first century, maybe I could combine his take on sex and various body parts with my talent for weaving a story.
    “So, would you consider answerin’ a few questions for me?”
    He sat back in the chair. “Sure. Ask away.”
    Opening a new blank page on the computer, I thought about what I wanted to know. This may be the only chance I got to pick the brain of a gorgeous, sexy man who I’m sure would have a lot of experiences he could share.
    “Okay, so tell me what type of girls you like.”
    “Hmm.” He