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thinner than me , Grace thought as she stared out at the women. They looked back at her, and Grace’s anxiety continued to swell. They’re probably all thinking about how fat I look. I can see it in their eyes, that awful, awful pitying expression people get when they feel sorry for you.
    Grace gulped in some air and wished desperately she’d brought along the index cards on which she’d written her introductory comments. Louis had talked her out of using them, insisting that she’d sound more natural if she winged it.
    Why the hell did I listen to him? Gah. I have to say something. I can’t just stand up here, staring blankly back at them….
    “Um…hi, everyone. Thanks for coming to the meeting tonight,” Grace said haltingly. “I know we have a few new members here, so for those of you who don’t know, I’m, um, Grace Weaver, and I’m the president of the Orange Cove chapter of Mothers Coming Together. Please feel free to talk to me after the meeting if you have any, um, questions. And now I have a feeling you’re just dying to find out who the woman standing behind me is.” Grace grinned despite herself, and it had the happy effect of relaxing her. She drew in a deep, cleansing breath and continued. “So I’ll go right ahead and introduce her. Her name is Melinda Gibbons, and she’s a sexpert.”
    Murmurs spread through the room, and a few women giggled.
    “Melinda gives seminars all over the country on how to be a better lover.” More titters. “And tonight she’s here to tell us all about…” Grace paused to enjoy the buildup of suspense and the cheerful energy her audience was giving off. This was almost fun. “…how to give sensational blow jobs. So without further ado—Melinda Gibbons,” Grace said, waving her hand with a game-show-hostess flourish. Melinda stepped forward, and Grace sat down at the front table between Juliet and Anna. Her heart was still pounding, and she was enormously relieved to be done with her bit, but she thought it had actually gone pretty well. The group applauded politely, and Melinda smiled as she waited for everyone to quiet down.
    “Hello, everyone. As Grace said in her kind introduction, my name is Melinda Gibbons, and I’m a sex educator. Many years ago, I started out my career as a sex therapist. Clients began to invite me to speak at various functions, and my seminars grew from there. I’ve spoken to groups as large as a thousand college students down to bachelorette parties of a half-dozen women, and I cover topics on everything from safe sex to lovemaking techniques to libido issues. One of the most popular topics I cover is what we’ll be discussing tonight: how to give an amazing blow job.”
    Melinda had a soft Southern accent, stretching out her words with just the hint of a twang. From the faint web of lines by her eyes, Grace guessed Melinda was in her early forties. She was curvy with a tiny waist, like a 1940s movie star, and her auburn hair fell to her shoulders in thick waves. She looked and sounded like the sort of woman who would serve you old-fashioned lemonade on the porch of an antebellum Southern home.
    Thinner than me , Grace thought. And probably better in bed too.
    “The first thing I’m going to do is hand out these.” Melinda picked up a dildo from the table setting off another round of snickering among the mothers. “I have every imaginable color and size, so you can pick whatever you’re most comfortable with, or…” Melinda’s eyes twinkled. “Maybe what you’ve fantasized about.”
    Melinda began passing out the dildos. Grace ended up with an enormous Barbie-pink one.
    “The spitting image of Louis,” she joked, holding it up to show Anna.
    “Way too much information,” Anna whispered.
    Once everyone had their dildos and condoms—the laughter and conversation swelling to a fever pitch—Melinda raised her hand, signaling for the group to quiet down.
    “I want to begin with a fun technique for putting on a