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giggled.
    “Excuse me?” I croaked and tried desperately to clear my throat.
    “Diana, get ‘silver.’” Malory had an evil smirk on her face, and I knew I was in trouble.

“Are you serious? You want me to– while I am supposed to- have you lost your minds?” I sputtered, mortified.
    I couldn’t believe that they actually wanted me to experience my first orgasm while they were downstairs. Seriously? Who does that?
    “You said you wanted a distraction and to not think about him, right? So, here is the solution. You can experience him here,” she pointed to her head, “and not have to be with him. We all know tea won’t be enough,” Malory simply said while Diana and Rhonda nodded their heads in agreement.
    Lord, help me.
    “Mylie, you are twenty-three years old, and you have finally found someone to lust over whom you hate. This is the only solution until you find the next best thing,” Malory said pointedly.
    She had a valid argument, but it still didn’t make me feel comfortable. Rhonda took out my black lacey thong, which I hated, along with the matching lacey push-up bra. Diana gave me a stunning royal blue wrap shirt and paired it with a black pencil skirt. She then handed me a pair of royal blue, suede, platform stilettos she purchased while in New York.
    I went to get some nylons, and they all shook their heads. I sighed. Their expectant faces made my stomach feel like there was nothing but butterflies inside.
    “Y’all are really serious, aren’t you?” I queried, hoping they would change their minds.
    They all vigorously nodded their heads, and I couldn’t decide if they were morbidly curious or just extremely bored. I chose the latter.
    “Diana, tell her!” Rhonda urged, and Malory bumped shoulders with Diana.
    “It’s really simple. Lie back, and think of him. That reaction of seeing him for the first time, and place ‘silver’ on your clit, and the rest is history,” Diana instructed, smirking.
    Diana’s chocolate brown eyes were twinkling with mischief. Her large breasts were bulging out of her v-cut, ivory, cashmere sweater dress, which was belted with a brown embellished buckle. To complete the look she also wore patterned brown tights and knee high leather boots. Her jet-black hair reached the crevice between her lower back and her perky behind. She was petite and thin, so her overly large breasts were her most noticeable feature, but it was her girl- next-door look that had had Mayor Michael Anderson chasing her since jr. high.
    Diana had graduated with a business management degree but decided to follow her passion: sex. She loved sex, and teaching people about sex was no easy feat. That was why she had created Pleasure Soiree. Unfortunately, the small town of Pointe Hope was appalled, but the Internet was in love with the Pleasure Soiree Blog and appreciated the real- time answers when they asked questions. Diana turned her blog into a company and branded her own line of sex toys for his and her pleasure. In no time, her startup business had turned into a multi-million dollar company.
    “How will I know… if I… well you know?” I asked quietly.
    “Mylie, please. You will know!” Rhonda excitedly responded.
    I couldn’t help but smile. Rhonda’s blonde hair had platinum highlights with caramel low lights. Her heart shaped face was the foundation of some of the cutest features a woman could have. She had a button nose that only served to accentuate her rosy lips. Her bottom lip was slightly plumper than the top, and her pale pink gloss only made her look that much more desirable. That all being said, her most striking feature was her crystal jade eyes. The fringe of full lashes gave her the illusion of wearing eyeliner. Her curves were what I believe women all truly desired. After years of teaching dance, especially belly dancing, it had blessed her with a small waist, full breasts, and luscious hips. I had hated her instantly when we first met at her uncle’s bar, but,