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walking away.
    “I suppose,” I grumbled, sipping my beer.
    Beside me, I saw her sit up a little straighter and turn on her stool to face me. “Not to change the subject, but I watched some porn last night.”
    I coughed, putting my beer down on the rounded edge of the bar, then barely catching it before it spilled all over me. Even so, some of it slopped over the lip of the glass, and onto my lap. “Christ, Ziggs, you have zero filter.” I grabbed a small pile of cocktail napkins and wiped my pants.
    “Don’t you watch porn?”
    I stared at my shot of whiskey and downed it, before admitting, “Sure.”
    “So why is it weird that I did?”
    “It’s not weird that you watched it. It’s weird that it’s the start of a conversation. I just . . . I’m still getting used to this. Before Project Hot Chick, I just knew you as the dorky little sister. Now you’re this . . . porn-watching woman who had a breast reduction and develops theories about hymen restoration. It’s an adjustment.”
    That, and I find you almost irresistible, I thought.
    She waved me off. “Anyway, I have a question.”
    I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. “Okay?”
    “Do women really make those noises in bed?”
    I stilled, grinning over at her. “ What noises, Ziggy?”
    She didn’t seem to realize I was completely fucking with her, and she closed her eyes, and whispered, “Like, ‘Oh, oh, Willll, I need your cock’ and ‘Harder, harder, oh God, fuck me, big daddy’ . . . and so on.” Her voice had gone soft, and breathy, and I was horrified to feel my dick lengthen. Again.
    “Um, some do.”
    She burst into laughter. “It’s ridiculous!”
    I fought a smile, loving her natural confidence even on a topic I suspected she had little experience with. “Maybe they do need my cock. Wouldn’t you like to want someone so much you need their cock?”
    She took a long pull on her iced tea, considering this.“Actually, yeah. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone so much I would beg for it. A cookie? Yes. A cock? No.”
    “That would have to be one hell of a cookie.”
    “Oh, it was.”
    Laughing, I asked, “What movie was it?”
    “Um.” She looked up at the ceiling. Not blushing, not even a little embarrassed. “ Frisky Freshmen ? Something like that. A lot of college girls having sex with a lot of college guys. It was kind of fascinating, actually.”
    I fell quiet, losing my thoughts down a weird trail from college coeds, to Ziggy at work in the lab, to Jensen’s hope that she would make new friends, to the bartender hitting on her right in front of me, to my still-lengthened cock.
    “What are you thinking about?” she asked.
    “Nothing, really.”
    She put her tea down, and turned on her stool to stare at me. “How is that possible? How can men say they’re not thinking about anything?”
    “I’m not thinking about anything of substance, how’s that?” I clarified.
    “We’re talking about porn and you’re not even thinking about sex?”
    “Strangely, no,” I said. “I’m thinking about how naïve and sweet you are. I’m wondering what I’ve agreed to do here, when I said I would help you figure out the whole dating world. I’m worried I’m going to make you into the most vulnerable bombshell in the history of the planet.”
    “You were thinking of all of that just now?”
    I nodded.
    “Wow. That’s something of substance.” Her voice had gone quiet, and soft. Kind of like her pretend porn voice, but with real words, and real emotion. But when I looked over at her, she was staring out the window. “I’m not naïve and sweet, though, Will. I know what you mean, but I’ve always been kind of obsessed with sex. Mostly the mechanics of it. Why different things work for different people. Why some people like sex one way, and others like it another. Is it anatomy? Is it psychology? Are our bodies really organized that differently? Things like that.”
    I had literally no idea how to