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the tape will be easier to eat.”
    Grace laughed and leaned back in her chair. “Can’t argue
with that. Tape away.”
    He engaged the recorder with a click and slid it into the
center of the table. Then he sat back with one of the notepads, which he tapped
with one of the over-sharpened pencils. “Okay. Let’s hear it.”
    John turned his attention to the blank page, writing the
date and time in the upper right corner and waiting for Grace to begin. Often
he’d found that his subjects would communicate more if he wasn’t looking at
them. In this case, he worried that he wouldn’t be able to concentrate.
    “You know I went to see Tal right after I saw you on
Monday,” Grace said. “He thinks this is a great idea, by the way. He wants to
be first on the list when you come up with one of these pills for men.”
    Still holding the pencil, John rotated his hand, listening
to the tendons pop. Tal is helping you , he reminded himself.
    That’s right. Good ol’ enthusiastic Tal is helping you.
    “I know this is a secret,” Grace said, “but I didn’t think
it was fair to ask him to do all this without knowing.”
    “No problem.” John popped his wrist one last time and
glanced up at Grace. “As long as he doesn’t say anything.”
    “His lips are sealed. So what do you need to know?”
    “Let’s start at the beginning. Right after you took it, did
you… feel anything?”
    “Anything…like what?” she asked playfully.
    “The little chill we discussed.”
    “I did feel that. Really cold, but just for a few minutes,
until I got to Tal’s.”
    The sound of his pencil seemed very loud between them as he
took note of the chill. “And then what?”
    “As soon as he opened the door I felt really…agitated.”
    “Nervous?” he asked. “Jittery?”
    “Horny.”
    John looked up from his hastily scribbled notes. Almost
everyone had reported fidgeting, pacing or generally feeling antsy. No one had
mentioned this before. Not to him, anyway.
    “You look surprised,” she said. Her self-assured smile was
back in place.
    “Me? No, no, no. Not surprised.” And he wasn’t, really. It
was just that she was so matter-of-fact about it.
    “You’re sure?” she asked.
    “I’m sure. Keep going.”
    “Okay.” Grace stretched her legs out in front of her, gazing
at the ceiling. “So as soon as I saw Tal, I felt this rush. I just had to have
him.”
    John watched her take a long breath before she moistened the
center of her upper lip with the tip of her tongue. She was reliving it now,
whatever she had done that night. He wrote down the counter number from the
cassette recorder.
    “Any chance this was just your normal anticipation? For your
friend, I mean.”
    “No.” She took a deep breath and slid her palms down her
thighs. “Usually we’ll talk a little or have a beer first. That night I was
just all over him. I couldn’t get to him fast enough.” She glanced over at
John. “It was a little scary, to be honest.”
    “Increased urgency.”
    “Yeah, definitely.”
    He took note of her symptoms and of her movements now as he
looked on. “Okay. Then what?”
    Grace turned back to the ceiling. “Everything was more
intense. When he put his hands or his mouth on me, it made me so…so wet.
Everything he did made me want more.”
    Had she lowered her voice for his benefit? The color that
had begun to bloom on her face told a different story. She wasn’t spinning a
yarn for his entertainment. The recollection was turning her on.
    More. He could practically hear her saying it. More.
Please. More.
    “And then?” He tried to maintain a neutral tone of voice.
    She bit her lip. “I don’t know. It’s hard to describe. I was
ready to come as soon as he touched me. It was like being a teenager again.”
    “Out of control?”
    Her eyes met his. “Yeah! Mmm. Out of control.” Her voice
lowered again, as if she were sharing a secret with him. “Like being in heat.
That have-to-have-it feeling, you