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But maybe it wouldn’t hurt if you got something a little more, um, appealing to the opposite sex. Maybe something that doesn’t come in a pack of six.”
    “What do you wear?” I ask her. “You’re married. You shouldn’t care what your underwear looks like.”
    “I’m married, but I still want to look sexy.” She unzips the side of her skirt to reveal her silky black bikinis. “These are my weekday ones. I have better ones for the weekend.”
    Kayla keeps snooping in my drawer. “That’s all you have in here? You don’t even have one decent pair of underwear. There isn’t even any variety. They’re all the same style.”
    “I stock up every year during the back-to-school sales.” My voice trails off as I realize how pathetic that sounds. I’ve been buying back-to-school underwear! The kind meant for tweens! The kind that’s sold in six packs! “All right. Maybe I could use some new ones.”
    Kayla tosses my underwear back in the drawer and closes it up. “I’ve gotta go. But we’ve got some work to do.”
    “I can take you shopping at lunch tomorrow,” Paige offers.  
    “Fine,” I agree. “But I’m not spending more than thirty dollars on a bra.”
    Paige shakes her head. “You’ve gotta spend more than that for a decent bra.”
    “Think of it as an investment in your future,” Kayla says as she heads out the door.
    After they leave I start to get nervous. Maybe I’m rushing into this. I don’t feel ready. I can’t just have sex with some random guy. I’ll regret it. I know I will. But I can at least go on a date.

CHAPTER FOUR
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    Friday arrives way too quickly and I regret my earlier suggestion to be set up. Kayla and Paige are now treating me like one of our projects in the lab, telling me what to wear and how to do my hair to create the outcome that will yield the best results. I’m not even sure what those results are. I know Kayla expects me to have sex tonight, but it’s not going to happen. As for Paige, I think she just wants me to learn how to date again. I am out of practice. I have a feeling this dinner tonight will be painfully awkward. I’ve never been good on first dates.  
      Ever since I told Kayla and Paige my secret, they look at me differently. Like there’s something wrong me. I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal. So I’m a little behind in the relationship department. Since when is there a sex timeline that everyone has to follow? And why is sex just expected? It wasn’t that long ago that women were outcast from society for having sex outside of marriage. Now you’re a social outcast if you don’t.  
    It’s now 6:30 and I need to finish getting ready. I pull my jeans over the ridiculously uncomfortable silk panties that Paige picked out, noticing how they ride up as soon as my jeans hit my butt. I dig my hand down my jeans and try to push the panties back into place. But as soon as I walk, they bunch up again. That’s just great. Now that’s all I’ll be able to think about during dinner.  
    The lacy black push-up bra that matches the panties has been torturing me all day. Its “comfort” wires are anything but comfortable. I lift up the fabric-covered wires to see red marks on my skin. Why does looking sexy have to be so painful? I put on a snug-fitting, red v-neck sweater and check myself out in the mirror. My breasts stick straight out in front, a look I’m not used to. I feel like one of those girls from the fifties with their breasts aimed and ready to shoot bullets from their cardigan sweaters.  
    It’s not like this guy is getting lucky tonight. I’m only wearing these new undergarments to get used to wearing them. To see if I can survive even a few hours in them.
    I decide to meet the guy at the restaurant where we’re having dinner. Even though Kayla knows him, I don’t feel safe letting him pick me up at my apartment. Plus, this way I can bail if the guy turns out to be a jerk.
    I get to the restaurant right on time. The