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“Bravo, kid. You’re lucky Keytown’s finest weren’t patrolling the park at the time—or worse, some poor mom and a toddler going for a walk.”
    Lisa grinned, cursing herself for making up such an outrageous story.
    “Well I got a can of homemade whipped cream unleashed into my vag,” said Eva, breaking into laughter. “The chef had prepared it especially to be organic.”
    “That was thoughtful,” said Maggie. “I mean, you wouldn’t want any of that trashy-ass grocery store canned whipped cream up there.”
    “It was of course delicious, too, when I sprayed some on him and got to taste it during the expert blow job I served up.”
    Lisa, ever the junior member of the club, asked, “Where did you learn to give great blowjobs? I mean, I’ve been married for five years and dated before that, and of course there’s Ben now, but I’ve always worried I’m not good at it. Not to mention I don’t like it. I did order the spray we talked about last month…”
    “Art of the Blowjob,” said Maggie and Eva at the same time, chuckling.
    “What’s that?” asked Lisa, fishing her journal out of her purse.
    Maggie replied, “It’s a website where this auburn haired chick does instructional videos on how to give the perfect blowjob. It’s not porny or tacky. It’s quite helpful!”
    Eva added, “You have to admit it is kind of hilarious that there is just this, like, DICK that appears from the left side of the screen. You never ever even see the guy.”
    “He must be a pretty happy guy,” said Lisa.
    “Yeah, nice work if you can get it, huh?” said Maggie.
    Eva took a sip of her coffee. “So what’s the latest in your ever-active lovelife, Mags?”
    “Divorce number two will be final pretty soon. Everything is going fine with Ted, but I actually have a new friend now, too.”
    “Holy Mary Magdelene loving Jesus!” declared Eva. “Can you ever just be shagging one person, Margaret Hanson?”
    “Well if that ain’t the tramp kettle calling the slut pot black, I don’t know what is,” snorted Maggie as a grin spread across her face, now lined with smile lines at 47. She crossed her vintage cowboy boots and adjusted her brown corduroy skirt.
    “It so happens,” announced Maggie, “that I’m sort of cheating on my lover with a very adorable professional in town.”
    “A professional what?” laughed Eva with an eyeroll. “So what’s this one’s name?”
    “Well, smarty pants,” said Maggie, “I’ll have to tell you all about it later.”

    As the women left the shop, Zarina raised the store’s front window shade and flipped the sign to “open.” Then she texted her boyfriend, Stanley. He loved to come over and hear all about the morning meeting, especially since it always made her a little horny for some reason. Flying estrogen? She entered two words into her battered iPhone 3: “Booty. Call.”
    When Maggie asked if Zarina could have two copies of The Scarlet Letter (Eva read on a Kindle app), she was happy to accommodate her favorite customers, and appreciated them supporting the store. She found three gently used copies at a great price, ordering the extra copy for herself. Ha! I will be in their book club and they won’t even know it , she thought, laughing to herself.
    Zarina smiled at Stanley as he entered the shop a short time later.
    “Yes, I’m here for one Booty Latte, extra cream, please,” he smiled.
    “Coming right up,” said Zarina, winking at him.
    I love how much fun we have together , thought Zarina as she made his coffee, and how he makes me laugh .
    Stanley interrupted her coffeemaking by grabbing her from behind and planting heated kisses on her neck. She turned, put down the cup, and pulled him by the belt hook of his jeans into the small bathroom. She locked the door. Just the necessary amounts of clothes peeled away as he scooped her up onto the bathroom sink. Nothing like forbidden sex , thought Zarina, smiling at the possibility of a customer coming into