pointed out. I had no trouble finding the bookstore, but it wasn't what I was looking for. The windows were full of crystals, dream-catchers, and books about spiritual healing. I didn't even go inside. Through the glass I could see a fifty-year-old woman with long, gray hair worn straight down her back, clad in a dress right out of the sixties, smiling welcomingly from behind the counter. I decided that was one conversation I could skip. There had to be a normal bookstore in town. I meandered through the streets, which were filling up with end-of-the-workday traffic, and hoped I was headed toward downtown. I wasn't paying as much attention as I should to where I was going; I was wrestling with despair. I was trying so hard not to think about him, and what Angela had said... and more than anything trying to beat down my hopes for Saturday, fearing a disappointment more painful than the rest, when I looked up to see someone's silver Volvo parked along the street and it all came
"For almost all women, the most sensitive part of the clit will be the upper-left-hand quadrant from their perspective, around one o'clock from the man's perspective." Tallulah Sulis, a specialist in female ejaculation, paused to take a sip of water and raised her eyes to meet mine: "Sometime you should really try and meet Nicole Daedone." Tallulah was an old friend, and had now become my rst orgasm consigliere. I wrote the name down on a note, and we meandered from our love-life catch-up to other topics. Two hours later, we settled the bill and I walked her to her car. As we ambled over the crosswalk, I turned to her and joked: "Now all I need to do is find a beautiful single girl who's never had an orgasm." It was a funny ending to a funny night. Little did I realize how important the note in my pocket would become. The Quest Exactly 24 hours later, serendipity entered stage left.
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