The common sense part of me was too busy thinking ...
But I've never had multiple orgasms .
The common sense part of me was thinking ...
Tell her no, you can't do this .
The common sense part of me was thinking ...
How in the hell do you research something like that ?
But the greedy writer had already taken control .
"Aunt Blair, that sounds fascinating and delightful. When do I start? She has research ?"
Aunt Blair sounded delighted. "Oh, wonderful, honey. Just wonderful . "
"Her research?" I asked hopefully .
"Not so much," Blair said. "She hadn't quite yet started. And you're going to have to rush this because this was supposed to run in the Valentine issue. Gina was running behind, but we trusted her to get it done as always. So, I need your best, and I need it fast ."
'But you said she hadn't started it?" Oh, shit .
Now the other shoe dropped .
"Honey, you'll be fine. You've got a lot of what you're going to need already lined up. She has an interview set up with a man she told me has been called the king of multiple orgasms." Another deep, dirty laugh. "Honey, you're going to be interviewing a gigolo ."
"What?" I demanded .
"You heard me. I'll send you the information via email shortly. You might want to get a haircut, a manicure. Nobody wants to see a male prostitute when their nails are looking all ragged." She clicked her tongue a few times. "Use the business credit card I gave you ."
Blair sounded positively cheerful about all of it .
"I know how you are on deadline ."