Chapter 4That night before bed, Melissa tossed aside her short story collections for something a bit more modern. She set up the toy she’d bought with Margo’s guidance, along with the lube she highly recommended.
“Not that I’m going to tell you what to do or where to put this,” Margo had said, her tone remaining light and friendly as it had when they toured the s*x store downtown. “But it may get a little like the Sahara as you keep creeping up in age. Take it from me, though I’m only fifty-nine, and truly fifty-nine. Not like Jan’s whose been holding onto that number for years now. So yes, as the boy scouts say, it’s always good be prepared. Take some lube to smooth this particular rite of passage.”
Melissa had laughed heartily; there were so many double-entendres and inside jokes Margo
