Page 65 of My Rules for Revenge
“Yes, Indira. You may ask us this question,” Vivian added.
“It’s about sex,” I clarified.
They looked at each other and burst out laughing. Their laughter was so infectious that I doubled over—hysterically giggling.
“Indira, that might be the funniest thing you’ve ever said in your life,” Heather pointed out.
“Sorry, that caught me off guard. What’s your question?” Vivian asked.
“I think I want to experience it. I can’t talk to my parents because they get weird about it,” I explained.
“Same,” Heather added.
“I didn’t talk to my mom about it either,” Vivian pointed out.
“What do you suggest?” I asked.
“You should find a guy on the street, grab his pants, and tell him you want his sausage,” Heather suggested.
“Yeah, definitely don’t do that,” Vivian advised.
“That is a great plan,” Heather assured.
“That is not a plan. That is a crime!” Vivian exclaimed.
“I’m with Vivian—that might get me arrested,” I replied.
“In my most humble opinion, if you want to have sex, it has to be with the right guy. You should know him well enough so that you’ll feel comfortable. The first time probably won’t be great, but at least if you know the guy, you can laugh about it,” Vivian explained.
“If you don’t know the guy, you can still laugh about it,” Heather joked.
“Do not listen to Heather,” Vivian advised.
“Hey, I know more.”
“You do not,” Vivian asserted.
“That’s good advice, Vivian. Thank you. So, how would I approach a guy that is right for me?” I asked.
“Indira, you gotta do it. Don’t think, just do. Talk to them about stuff that they like and flirt with them. Touch their armsand touch their butt. Give their ass cheeks a good squeeze,” Heather suggested.
“Please do not touch their butt or squeeze it without their consent,” Vivian said as she rolled her eyes.
“Fine. You can ask them for consent. Some guys won’t let you at first, but they always end up liking it,” Heather assured me.
“I’m afraid to ask,” I admitted.
“Me too,” Vivian added.
“Just be nice and talk to them. You’ll have to figure out if they’re interested in you. They’ll typically go out of their way to talk to you or hang out with you if they like you,” Vivian pointed out.
“That makes sense,” I replied.
“Who do you like, Indira?” Heather asked.
“I’m still looking around. No one has caught my eye yet,” I commented.
I lied. I didn’t want anyone to know that I liked Eddy. That was a secret that I kept close to my chest.
