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been a “material girl” before Madonna’s hit
     song. Now she would trade every dinette set for the next great fuck. She had become a vixen unrecognizable to herself, changed
     on the inside as the outside from, you know, a good gal to a bad one. Fear and grief assailed her. Down she stumped in a kind
     of willed faint on her doorstep.
    The stranger turned to go but changed his mind. Her helplessness appealed to him. Pearly jism laced in her vaginal hair. It
     revved his eager pecker up. Jason’s hand reached out to touch. How warm the babe was. He stroked Crystal’s hair back from
     her forehead, noticing that she cleaved to him, not breathing. If she fainted unconscious, he could think of a couple of things
     to do with her still.
    A noise—
wham!
Jason pulled Crystal to her feet. She responded like a rag doll, but came fully awake. The noise issued from (a safe) three
     stories below on the street yet instantly broke the mood. He realized he was hungry. He had to get to work. Sex, food, a job…“You
     okay? Your cat’s got restless?”
    The rush stopped in Crystal’s ears. She heard the plaintive mew. “Oh, darling Sammy!”
Maybe I’m normal again,
she thought.
Maybe I should stop for a bassinet for the baby.
“Whatever-your-name is, please go.”
    Crystal lifted Sammy out—her first baby always—and smothered him with a hug. Sammy nuzzled her back. Crystal tossed back several
     red bundles of hair and shuffled in her shoulder bag for the key. Poised to put the key in thelock, she smoothed her bright, flat hair from the sides of her face and gave a vague smile. “Thanks,” she said, her eyes cast
     downward.
    Jason’s return smile was forced, uneasy. He saw the woman who still throbbed from him treating him like an intruder.
    A woman shouldn’t suck a man’s gold then boot him out like a rat. Ungrateful bitch. But he wouldn’t bruise the peach. She
     had been a juicy one. She had a natural clenching grip. And he would remember her, oversized cat and all.… I’ll just put my
     pistol back in the holster and clear the hell out.
    “Cluck, cluck.” In a corner of his mouth, Jason made a sound like a cowboy to his horse. A grin spread across his thin, attractive
     face. It had been great doing it with her. Before he moved into a shadow and hitched up his jeans, he even ruffled Crystal’s
     hair—an awkward attempt at friendly closure. With a glance back at her, he was gone. And when she heard him exit through the
     front door of the building, Crystal stepped into the apartment with Sammy and reassured herself aloud, “Fen is not here.”
     Then, because she did not want Sammy to observe her with his huge, knowing eyes, she closed him out of the bedroom and lay
     down. The peace was blessed, but it did not last. Crystal was not much for fantasies, but with her sex still throbbing from
     Jason, she was able to reenact what had happened with him. She was rougher with herself than he had been, but no matter how
     she felt, she tore and scratched at her secret parts. She had past experience to tell her she would awake, after a dreamless
     sleep, pretty and fresh as a conch shell washed by the sand and the sea.

Hands-on Training
    BY E VA M ORRIS
    I had a meeting on Monday, so I was all suited up in silk and professionalism. Afterward—I can’t quite remember how or why—I
     ended up at Denim and Diamonds, a country-western bar right smack in the middle of New York City. Nothing happened until I
     left twenty minutes later, my extra-long legs leading me off the curb and into the street. “Ma’am, may I help you hail a cab?”
    I turned around, and for the first time all night, my green eyes had something to focus on. Something good? How’s absolute
     fucking perfection sound? A blond cowboy who was simply poured into his jeans, with shoulders that were wide and real strong-looking—and
     probably very valuable during the spring roundup. Authentic boots, too. “Why, yes, please.” (I spoke with a