CHAPTER TWO
For three days, I moved around in a fog of wonder, disbelief and raw animal heat. And yet, following that miraculous sweep of arousal and climax at the hands of two very different lovers, I was left in a vacuum with little but the fierce and often disturbing memories, which began to fade almost as soon as I padded down the steps of Dale’s house. The newness of my s****l initiation was giving way to mounting anxiety. In a world of throw-away lovers, I imagined both my lovers tossing me away like yesterday’s newspaper. Being old news was my greatest fear. Maybe I could have been content, even happy with what they’d given me, but I’m sure that would only have worked as long as I didn’t see Galen or Dale again—impossible on both counts. Dale and I had our joint project to do, and
