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with a teenager?”
    I couldn’t resist the line, but I immediately regretted it. Even hinting that I thought this was real played into her game.
    “No, I just guess, he finds me more exciting than you do.”
    “No doubt,” I deadpanned.
    “So, about swallowing?” she persisted.
    “Maybe it’s just a cleanliness thing. I mean, it has to go somewhere.”
    “But one time, he… I mean, men want it on your face or tits, right?”
    “Yes, but then at least it isn’t on the man.”
    “Okay, so –“
    “Um, Joanie, how much longer are we going to do this, because I –“
    “Need some sleep. I know. Believe me , I do too. But just a few more questions.”
    “So, the gagging. Why is that a turn on?”
    I rolled my eyes. “Gagging?”
    “Well, John…. Oops, I shouldn’t have said that. But I guess, you do have a right to know. Anyway, I guess John is bigger –“
    I laughed. Really Joanie? “Well, since I’m about average, I guess by definition half the men in the world are bigger.”
    She nodded thoughtfully. “I had never thought about it that way. So, when I’m walking around, every other man I meet is bigger than my husband?”
    I waited.
    “Anyway, John –“
    “John Martin?” I asked, unable to contain myself. Our neighbor across the street. Divorced. He had a weekly happy hour on his deck that always struck me as a little desperate. I’d heard him setting up when I’d gotten home.
    She gave me a sad look that I could tell she’d been practicing for my benefit. “I’m sorry I had to go so close to home. But I was on a short timeline to start my dating.”
    She paused, waiting for me to comment.
    I just wanted to get it over with. “Okay, so John, our big-dicked neighbor, was gagging you, and…”
    “Well, it seemed to turn him on.”
    “Yeah, well, it shows how big he is, right? You can’t even handle him.”
    “Oh, I get it.”
    “Glad I could help.”
    She leaned down and kissed my cheek. “Oh, honey, you really did. Between John’s demonstrations and your explanations, I definitely feel like I understand how to please men much better. I would show you, but I have to admit, my jaw is a little sore right now. Maybe later?”
    “That would be great.”
    Oh God, were we finally done?
    “John offered to help continue my education on other issues, but I feel like it’s better if I broaden my experience. What do you think?”
    I sighed. “Yes, definitely.”
    “Okay, good, because I have another date tomorrow… with a different man.”
    “Right, gotcha. Maybe I’ll work late.”
    “Good idea honey. I know how busy you are.”
    And finally she’d said something that made some sense. I turned over and went back to sleep.

CHAPTER FIVE
    I woke up to the unmistakable sound of a woman sucking cock. A wet, sloppy, gagging, spitting blowjob. The room was bathed in light, so bright that I couldn’t even bear to look at the windows. I stumbled upright and moved to the sounds. Into the bathroom, which looked more spacious than usual this morning, whiter also, a big glass shower, like the one in the hotel where we’d honeymooned. I looked inside. The shower was running. Joanie was naked, on her knees sucking off a man with a huge cock, he winked at me… Donald.
    I shuddered awake. It was 6:20am and still dark outside. Joanie was in bed beside me, still bearing the aroma of cigarettes and whatever the fuck else she’d been doing. Was that story of hers a fucked up dream as well? No… I didn’t think so. That part had happened. Ambien always gave me weird dreams though.
    I let her sleep. I dreaded what would happen if I woke her up. Anyway, I need to get back into the office.
    On the metro ride in, I reorganized my notes on the contract issue. I’d done this a hundred times already, but it was the most important thing in my life right now… at least the most important I felt I had any control over.
    The Joanie Situation as I’d begun got think of it, which sounds like the name of a