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for a story on that
idiotic masturbation-a-thon you forced me to enter, and then he’s outta here.”
    “Oh, but you’re so good at masturbation, Lara. I knew you’d
be a shoo-in to win.”
    She couldn’t help it. One glance at Nancy’s innocently
batting eyelashes and Lara burst into laughter. “Gee, thanks. I think. Remind
me not to tell you so much about my personal life anymore.”
    Nancy pulled the purple sundress out of the pile and held it
against Lara. “Hey, you’re the sexpert, not me. Can I help it if we’ve known
each other since we were five years old and share every sordid detail about our
personal lives, including sex? Or should I say, the lack of it?”
    Smoothing her hand over the sinfully soft material of the
dress, Lara shook her head. “ My lack of it. You get plenty.”
    “That’s because I recognize the signals men give off. You’d
get more sex if you pulled your head out of your research and started focusing
on the real thing.”
    Real thing? Sex? Bah. No such luck in that department. She’d
already tried and failed miserably.
    Besides, she got plenty of sex. It just so happened to be
the do-it-yourself variety. And she was good at it. Damn good.
    As if being an expert at masturbating was something to be
proud of. How pathetic.
    An hour later she was dressed in silk that clung to her body
much too closely. Did it have to be purple? She should have chosen another one.
Mark had said he liked purple, although he had been referring to the panty
incident at the time. She didn’t want him to think she’d worn the purple dress
to impress him.
    Not that he’d be impressed anyway, regardless of what she
wore.
    Nancy, who’d decided to hang around and get a peek at Mark,
pronounced her sultry.
    Lara just felt stupid and overdressed. And Nancy had
insisted she pull her hair up into a clip and let her long curls sail down her
back.
    Ugh. She’d feel better having it braided so it wouldn’t
annoy her, but there was no fighting Nancy once she got an idea into her head.
    When a knock sounded at the door, Lara’s heart sank into her
stomach.
    “Don’t answer it,” she said when Nancy started toward the
front door. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to go.”
    Nancy rolled her eyes and ignored her. “Coward. You’re
going, so don’t bother trying to hide. I’ll just drag you out here again.”
    Nancy graced Mark with her most cheerful smile as she threw
open the door, shook his hand and let him in. “Hey there, you must be Mark. I’m
Nancy, Lara’s best friend.”
    “Hey there yourself, Nancy.” Mark grinned.
    Still in those jeans that looked as soft as a baby’s
blanket, Mark had changed into a white shirt that showed off his great tan. The
room temperature increased by at least ten degrees and Lara was thankful the
dress she wore was sleeveless.
    Always comfortable around men, Nancy engaged Mark in an easy
discussion that made Lara wish she had her friend’s gift for gab.
    Oh sure, the two of them hit it off like they were old
friends. Maybe Nancy could go out to dinner with him instead.
    “You look great,” he said, finally noticing her standing
there despite her best efforts to blend in with the furniture.
    “Thank you.” She cleared the squeak from her throat.
    “Well, don’t you two make a charming pair,” Nancy stated,
looking as satisfied as if she’d personally set Lara up on a blind date.
    Lara glared at her and turned to Mark. “You ready?”
    “Sure. Let’s go. Nice meeting you, Nancy.”
    “You too, Mark. Have fun, honey,” she said to Lara as they
approached the door.
    “Thanks, Mom,” she whispered to her friend, hugging her.
“You sure you don’t want to come along?” Please say yes .
    “No way. I’ve got a hot date of my own tonight. Enjoy!”
Nancy winked and slammed the door shut, then hurried to her car while Mark led
her to his.
    Hot date, indeed. Mark would be so bored he’d have her back
home in an hour.
    She suggested a steak place