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to do so. I guess I look like the kind of hippo who enjoys her pastries. Too many of them end up around my hips, especially since the departure of Flaccid Bastard. I shook my head no. I didn’t even really want the coffee, but it gave me something to do with my hands.
    He led me to his table. He was drinking an Earl Grey Tea, with cream and honey. He became self-conscience when I noticed the remnants of four opened honey packets on the table which he cleared away immediately. I don’t know why but I couldn’t keep my mouth shut about the honey. Perhaps that attribute will come in handy for me later on with him, yes, ladies?
    “Having some honey with your tea, Jeremy?”
    He flashed me a fairly wicked smile.
    “Yeah, now you know my deepest darkest secret. I like to taste sweet things, Cynthia.”
    He looked at me with these intense, unsmiling eyes and such a hunger in his masculine voice that my stomach fluttered and my knees felt weak. Even though I was strongly attracted to him, I stood up and looked down at the table as I spoke.
    “Thank you for the coffee, Jeremy, and it was a pleasure meeting you.”
    I turned to leave.
    “Where are you going, Cynthia? Why are you leaving?”
    “It’s obvious we’re not in the same league.”
    “What? That’s not true at all. I find you—”
    “Jeremy, I’m several pounds over—”
    “Please, Cynthia. Don’t leave. Sit back down with me. Give me a chance to talk to you at least. I really haven’t talked to anyone in months.”
    I slowly sat down, spilling my coffee onto the table. Jeremy helped me wipe it up with a napkin.
    “You know who you remind me of? Lena Dunham from “Girls”. Do you know who…”
    “Of course, I know her! She’s kind of like a hero of mine. She’s brilliant!”
    “She’s pretty, but you’re much, much prettier, Cynthia.”
    I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as he complimented me. I don’t remember Flaccid Bastard ever saying something so sweet to me. OK, whatever you’re selling, I’m buying. Sign me up, Jeremy! Sign me up!
    “Listen, Cynthia, I’m sure after what I have to propose to you, you’ll probably think I’m completely out of my mind. The last two women didn’t even show up for their appointments.”
    “They stood you up?”
    “Yes. You’re the first woman I’ve actually met who responded to my personal ad. Maybe what I’m trying to create is not really feasible. It’s just a crazy sexual fantasy of mine, but could you stick around just for a minute, finish your coffee and hear me out?”
    “OK, go ahead. I’m listening.”
    He spoke of how his ex-wife cheated on him and how he caught her in the act, the image of her infidelity burned into his mind. After I opened up a little and told him a few details about my ex, he mentioned how we had a lot in common. He explained how we were both trying to figure out a way to recover from the trauma of our messy break-ups, and that perhaps we could help each other in the recovery process. He made it clear he was not looking for a serious relationship, but wanted to try becoming sexually involved with several women at once. He wished to share his love openly and freely, in order to avoid the unhealthy fixation he had on his ex-wife that led to so much pain and despair. Our relationship would be non-exclusive and only sexual if I wanted it to be. He assured me I would be welcome to meet him at his large home every Friday night, starting at the end of this week at 9PM. He gave me his card with his address on it. I recognized the upscale address where he lived, mansions in a wooded area on the outskirts of Rockville heading out toward Shady Grove. If I changed my mind about the arrangement or met someone new who didn’t agree with the alternative lifestyle, I would be able to leave the Harem with no questions asked. I think my back recoiled when he said the word Harem, so he explained he wanted it to be more like a social club where sex was an option between