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enjoyment from talking about Ryan in this frank manner. "Well, she took me to a women’s sex toy store, and they made a big deal about her not breaking any more of the toys in the try-on room."
    "Yikes! How do you break a sex toy? Was she alone when she did that?"
    "Nope. She apparently used to take dates there to have a quickie."
    "Dates--sex toys, dates--sex toys," Mia mused, deep in thought. "That’s a match made in heaven! She’s a genius! What else?"
    "Well," Jamie began, blushing mightily, "even though we haven’t made love…we’ve um…you know…"
    "Touched each other," Mia supplied helpfully, batting her big brown eyes at Jamie.
    "Yes, of course we touch each other," Jamie scoffed. "I’m not that hung up!"
    "So…if you’re already touching each other, why do you keep insisting that you haven’t had sex? That’s all there is with a girl, Jamie."
    "Oh…well…we haven’t touched each other…that way," the blushing blonde admitted. "I meant that we touched each other when we kissed."
    "Oooh, you mean you don’t stand two feet apart, put your hands behind your backs and lean over to kiss," Mia drawled, obviously enjoying her friend’s embarrassment.
    "God! Must you harass me like this?"
    "Well, yeah," Mia laughed. "It’s what I’m best at, Jamie."
    "I guess you have me there," Jamie agreed. "What I was getting at earlier is that even though we haven’t gone very far, I can just tell how passionate she’ll be by the way she responds to my kisses. She’s just so…I don’t even know the word for it," she admitted. "She’s…" A heavy sigh followed her comment, and she looked towards her partner with a wistful smile, "wonderful."
    "Do you have any idea how many women she’s been ‘wonderful’ with?" Mia asked, shattering Jamie’s romantic reverie.
    Jamie tilted her head back, dramatically rolling her eyes at her friend. "Does everything have to be about sex?!" she chided.
    "Come on, do the numbers," Mia begged.
    "Well, she’s been sexually active since she was 17--that’s six years. She’s basically never had a girlfriend, and until this year her able-bodied record for going without sex is two weeks--and that didn’t happen very often from what I can gather." As Jamie did the math, her eyes grew wider. She gulped noticeably when she considered the tally.
    "Are you sure you don’t want me to break her in for you, Jamie?" Mia inquired solicitously. "I don’t want you to get hurt, you know."
    Smirk firmly in place, Jamie patted her friend on the leg. "You’re a real pal, Mia. As much as I appreciate the offer, I think I can handle her. Besides, what makes you such an expert?"
    "I’m not as naive as I seem," Mia scoffed, assuming a haughty look.
    "You haven’t been naive since you were in diapers, Mia. Now what are you hinting at?"
    "I have had a few bites of the lesbian apple," she replied smugly.
    "You have not!" Jamie shrieked as she slapped her friend’s arm.
    "Have too," she insisted, rubbing at the reddening skin and scooting back in her chair to avoid a repeat.
    "When? With whom?"
    "It’s a long story, Babe. I’m sure you don’t want me to bore you with it now."
    "BORE ME?" Jamie cried, causing every one of their neighbors to turn in her direction. "Bore me?" she repeated at a more moderate level. "You’ve got to be on drugs, Mia! Now tell me the whole story—and don’t you dare leave anything out!"
    The curly-haired woman sighed dramatically, but couldn’t keep the smile off her face for long. "Oh, all right," she said. "I should have told you before now, but I promised I wouldn’t."
    "Promised? Who did you…"
    "That’s part of the story," Mia chuckled. "Okay, here’s the whole deal. As you may recall, I started hanging out with Melissa Johnston during senior year."
    "Yeah," Jamie agreed, a small frown settling on her brow. "What’s Miss Homecoming Queen got to do with it?"
    "Well…" Mia drawled. "We started to hang out because our boyfriends were buddies. Remember?"
    "Oh