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She ponders my question.

“I’d love to know what it’s like,” she says in a soft voice.

Game on.

I drop her to her feet.

“Come on, we’re going to your bathroom.” I grab her hand.

“There’s a bedroom and a couch.”

Poor little lamb, she’s used to predictable. I’m anything but.

“I’m glad to hear it, but we’re going to the bathroom.”

She frowns.

“Depraved, remember?”

“Right.” She worries her lower lip.

Given I haven’t seen a woman’s naked body in thirteen days, she should be worried.

As expected, the bathroom isn’t big, but it’ll do.

“Strip!” I tell her.

“Ah, a shower before sex. Of course,” she says.

What?

“That’s not what I had in mind.”

“Oh, I just thought…” She shakes her head. “Never mind.”

“Finish that thought.”

She averts her gaze.

“Arianne,” I say.

She lets out a shaky breath. “My ex is an engineering scientist and a bit of a germaphobe. Well, that’s what he proclaimed at the time we were dating. He believed—” She pauses. “This is so embarrassing.”

“You can tell me. I’m not going to judge,” I tell her.

“He believed a woman’s vulva—because pussy is vulgar and vagina is anatomically inaccurate—contains more bacteria than a toilet in a high-traffic airport that hasn’t been cleaned in twenty-four hours.”

I’m so dumbfounded, I don’t know how to respond.

“So, a shower before and after sex was the norm,” she says. “Same with washing sheets and towels afterwards. Oral sex was inconceivable. I was always responsible for my… you know… orgasms.”

My jaw drops.

“What about fingers?”

“And spread bacteria-filled bodily fluids all over the place? Never.”

“Blowjobs?”

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