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sincerity.
    I raise my gloved hand and give her a thumbs-up. We break into laughter—two lovers, midday, in the back seat acting like horny teenagers.
    “I have to get back inside. Another meeting. Why don’t you meet me in the Blue Room around six tonight?”
    “Hm, that might be fun.” Oh shit, stiffness is returning.
    “It most definitely will be,” she assures as she leans forward, kisses my throbber, and crawls into the front.
    “I almost forgot. You fucking drugged me, you maniac!”
    “It was an accident.”
    “You will be harshly punished for this misdeed later, Lovergirl.”
    “I sure hope so.”
    Bea blows a kiss and walks back into her office. I holster my meat and climb into the driver’s seat. Maybe I can get some writing done this afternoon. The distraction may persuade my blood to stop pooling in my groin.
    As I pull away, my phone rings through Bluetooth; it’s my buddy, Grant.
    “What up, G?”
    “You.”
    “Ha! You have no idea.”
    “What time should I pick you up tomorrow?”
    “For?’
    “The shindig. You’re not driving.”
    “What shindig?”
    “Bachelor Party, Part One at The Purple Church.”
    “Huh?”
    “Oh, shit. Was that supposed to be a surprise?”
    Who’s behind this?
    “Spill, dude.”
    “I got a Facebook event notice from Bea. Thought for sure you were on it.”
    “I probably am. I haven’t had a chance to sign in. Been a little occupied.”
    What’s she up to?
    “So, what time? It starts at eight.”
    “Pick me up at seven-thirty, I guess.”
    “See you tomorrow.”
    “Cool.”
    A man my age shouldn’t have a bachelor party; he should have a nice dinner outdoors with friends, Cuban cigars, and expensive tequila. Fine. I’ll play the role.
     

Chapter Fifteen
     
    Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me. – Sarah Bernhard
     
    I drive down to the Hyatt, fighting traffic all the way. I park on the level near the Blue Room and text Bea.
    Mormon Silver: The package has arrived.
    Bea Plastique: Ha! Is it still in its hard, protective shell?
    Mormon Silver: No, luckily it has returned to its original shape.
    Bea Plastique: Not lucky for me. :( Anyway, I’m running late and will be there in thirty minutes. You can go ahead in and wait for me.
    Mormon Silver: I don’t have a key.
    Bea Plastique: Check your email. I sent you the link and code.
    Mormon Silver: OK. See you soon.
    Bea Plastique: And don’t touch anything in there ... yet.
    Mormon Silver: Yes, ma’am.
    Sure enough, I have an email from her on my iPhone. I click the link and enter the code. The door buzzes open. Fancy! I bring along my love glove. Time for exploration.
    I cruise around the room, inspecting the various unfamiliar instruments. Dickhead’s paddle is still hanging on the wall. I have half a mind to take it to her mischievous butt. I didn’t realize last time that there are additional rooms. I find one with an actual (non-rubberized) bed, a TV, and, naturally, a mirror on the ceiling. Then, I try another door, which opens to a playroom with a pool table and an air hockey machine. Hm.
    The bed looks comfortable so I plop down on it and begin thumbing the remote. Thankfully, the video that comes into focus isn’t Mormon in panties, but it is porn. There’s no limit to her kinkiness. The video shows a nude brunette wearing a masquerade mask, lying on a bed next to a tray filled with assorted lubes, fruit, and vegetables. There’s a dim, sexy candlelight flickering. I feel a twitch. Looks tasty. I know I haven’t had my six servings.
    The woman is playing to the camera. She drizzles lube just above her shaven pussy and allows it to drip like syrup down her luscious lips. More twitching in my pants. Oh, boy. She smiles toward the camera as she spreads the lube with her fingers, arching her back in pleasure. The bed and room look familiar.
    She begins sampling the fruit and veggie tray, as Little Mormon begs to come out and play. First, she lubes up a