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world, but he could have spent a little less time studying actuary tables and more learning the art of French kissing. But the wine helped ignite my fire, and I reached for the knot of his tie, trying to loosen it.
    His hand pushed mine aside, and he leaned his head back. “Let me do it. This tie was a gift from my mother, and I don’t want to wrinkle it.” He expertly unknotted his tie, folded it neatly, and laid it on the arm of the sofa.
    My mouth dropped open in disbelief, and I was about to cut my losses when he turned back to me, pulled me against him, and took charge.
    Maybe this could be salvaged yet.
    I reached for the buttons of his shirt, wondering if they had been laid by golden geese. But he not only allowed me to unbutton his shirt, he let me pull it loose from his pants. Encouraged, I straddled his lap, hiking the skirt of my dress to my upper thighs. I slid my hands across his chest while he kissed me, but something was off, and it wasn’t his scrawny upper frame or his tiny potbelly. I just couldn’t figure out what it was. Perhaps there was a slight lack of enthusiasm on his part?
    I sat back and lowered the straps of my sundress, dropping the top half to my waist.
    Dwight studied my light-pink, lacy bra with interest. His hands skimmed my back, and his face lowered to my cleavage.
    As he pushed down the cup of my bra, I leaned my head back and tried to remember what time I was supposed to be at the New Moon the next day.
No! Don’t think about that right now
. But there was no denying that Dwight’s lack of skills weren’t limited to the neck up.
    Maybe he just needed a little incentive. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants while he turned his attention to my other breast. Slipping my hand into his pants, I searched for his erection.
    And found nothing.
    Well, that’s not entirely right. I found
something
, but I had to search. A lot.
    I sat up and cocked my head. “Um… I need to go to the bathroom for a second.” I climbed off his lap and pulled up my bra, then I held up a finger. “I’ll be back in a second.” As I moved toward the bathroom, trying not to run, I snatched my cell phone off the counter and closed myself in the lavatory. Then I dialed my best friend, Claire.
    She answered on the first ring. “So how did it go?”
    I sat on the toilet and ran a hand over my hair. “Um… it’s still going,” I whispered.
    “It’s still going? Then what are you doing calling me?”
    “Well… it’s just that…”
    “What?”
    How could I put this? “I can’t find his penis.”
    Claire paused for half a second. “How drunk are you?”
    I hunched over my knees, trying to gauge my level of intoxication. “I’ve had a couple of drinks, but not enough to stop me from finding an important part of male anatomy. I mean, how hard can it be?”
    “Obviously, not hard enough.”
    Giggles erupted, and I clapped a hand over my mouth. After a couple of seconds, I settled down. “This is serious, Claire.”
    Claire burst into laughter. “Are you sure he’s not a tranny?”
    “I thought trannies were guys dressing as girls, not the other way around.” I took a deep breath to settle my giggles. “And no, he’s got a part, just not an interested one.” Great, I couldn’t even get a boring guy excited about me. “What am I going to do?”
    “What do you
want
to do?”
    Covering my eyes with my hand, I sighed. “I don’t know.”
    I heard Claire’s exasperated exhale. “Ellie, why are you with this guy? Why are you doing this to yourself?”
    Outraged, I sat up straight and hissed, “How was I supposed to know he couldn’t get it up?”
    “Anyone could have—no, that’s too easy,” Claire muttered. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. Why are you wasting your time with this guy when you can barely stand him?”
    “That’s not true.”
    “
Please
.”
    I had to concede that she might have a point. “I can’t just send him away.”
    “Why not?”
    “It