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asks, perplexed. “Why?”
    “Just do it,” I instruct my girl. “Do what the man says and don’t question everything. Let trust flow out of you for once.” I turn to Mike. “You know, this is what I love about you. You’re one of the few men out there who we can talk straight to about guys, and who will give us the real deal.” I laugh. “Vee, you remember that time we asked him to give us the truth about whether size really matters to men?”
    “I remember that,” Mike says. “I told you hell-to-the-fucking yes! We’re sensitive. That is one thing you never tease a man about. As far as you’re concerned, your man is always packing, even if he’s as limp as some scrambled eggs. Tell him he’s got the biggest dick you’ve ever seen, because that’s the only thing he wants to hear, on the real.”
    “See what I’m saying? What other man gonna tell us that, huh, Veron? Just tell him more about yourself.”
    Looking hesitant, Veron opens her mouth. “Well, I am a Virgo, born September first.”
    “Go on,” Mike urges.
    “I enjoy reading Japanese comic books, listening to light jazz and old-school music. And I love playing dominoes, doing karaoke, talking on the phone—and talking in person. And I get a kick out of cooking; I’m a bit of a foodie.”
    “Borrring,” I interrupt.
    Veron squirms. “Okay…I like to be treated well. That’s what I want more than anything.”
    “Tell me one more thing that you wish everyone in the world knew about you,” Mike says.
    Veron takes a deep breath. “I want a man to be as in love with me as I am with him. I am dying for a man to spoil me, for us to spoil each other and to have a good time together no matter what is going on in our lives.”
    “Give me an example,” Mike says.
    “Huh?”
    “Clearly define what you want by painting him a picture,” I tell her.
    “Okay, well, I want a man who comes home from a long, hard day at work. And even if the boss pissed him off that day, he takes a moment to chill out, sip on a glass of tasty wine, and relax on the love seat in front of a burning fireplace for a few minutes, but he won’t block me out. I’ll let him have his private moment, but after that, we can focus on each other. He’ll let me serve him his home-cooked meal, then I can rub his feet and massage his muscles with soothing oils. We’d cuddle together and laugh and kiss, and he won’t be anxious to push me away if I ask him what’s wrong. I’d love to vibe with my man like that.”
    “Great job, Veron.” Mike smiles and nods. “You’re cool people with a lot of decency inside. We just gotta bring you out of your shell.”
    “Veron’s got it going on more than she realizes,” I remark as if she isn’t sitting at our table. “And between the two of us, I’m confident we’ll whip Ms. Darcey into shape.”
    “Don’t talk about me like I’m a charity case,” Veron complains. “I just need a few surefire tips. Once I decide what I want to do, I can take it from there.”
    “Okay, okay.” I smile at my friend, impressed with her snippy attitude.
             
    We all order colorful, flavored drinks, tons of onion rings, and baked potatoes topped with cheese, bacon bits, sour cream, and butter.
    “Okay, Mike, the reason why you’re here is because I personally believe you’re as real as men come,” I say to him. “And I want you to answer a few questions about why men are wired a certain way. Of course, this is for Vee’s info.” Oooh, that was a little blunt. Vee winces and I pull back. “Uh, well,
both
of us want to pick your brain. I mean, I have lots of experience, no doubt, but there’s always a scenario that catches me off-guard. That’s why
we
need to talk to you, got that?” I clarify offering Vee a peace-making smile.
    “I get it. Both of y’all need
mucho ayuda.
” He winks. “Go ahead, Demetria!”
    “Okay, question number one. What’s up with men who feel like they gotta fuck several women and