opinions.
You’re just trying to make excuses for acting like a whore. Laurie Friedland added her two cents. “Letting a guy fuck your ass is the same thing as your pussy. You’re exactly like Kstar90, trying to give in on a technicality. Either you’re a virgin or you’re not. No middle ground.”
Intrigued, Toni did a search on Kstar90. She’d been added as a friend by Kara several months ago but banned from the group a month later. After a quick scan through her messages, Toni understood why. Kstar90 was all about technical virginity, full of all kinds of advice about how to get yourself and your boyfriend off without giving up the goods.
Toni’s mind fairly boggled at the possibilities.
Kstar90 had engaged in several flame wars with the other members before finally being kicked out of the group. Kara had come to her defense and tried to talk the other girls out of banning her but had been overruled by the cybermob.
As she read through Kstar90’s posts and Kara’s, Toni started to get a tight feeling in the pit of her stomach. She clicked on Kstar90’s member page. According to her profile she was eighteen and lived in nearby Menlo Park. Her photo showed only a woman’s topless torso, her hands cupped playfully over her breasts, her face cast in deep shadow, unrecognizable.
She was about to click the link to additional photos when a sharp knock interrupted her. She peeked through the peephole, frowning when she saw Ethan Taggart standing outside her door.
Kstar90’s comments careered through her head, and her brain filled with images of herself, naked, doing all the things Kstar90 recommended for keeping your man satisfied without having actual sex. God, she could tie Ethan to the bed and keep herself busy for days.
Don’t even go there, she thought, purging her brain of the lust-inducing images. She considered pretending she wasn’t home, but Ethan quickly nipped that plan in the bud.
“I heard you walk to the door, Toni. Open up.”
Not for the first time, Toni cursed the thin walls of her cheaply built apartment building.
She slid open the chain and reluctantly opened the door. “What do you want?”
He stepped inside without an invitation, his tall, broad-shouldered body seeming to suck up the space in her postage-stamp-size apartment.
He gave her a quick once-over, taking in her threadbare T-shirt and khaki shorts that had seen much better days. His sharp turquoise gaze lingered for a moment on her bare legs, and Toni felt a lick of heat low in her belly, followed by a surge of embarrassment to be found looking like such a slob.
His full lips cocked into a half smile. “Nice outfit.”
“I’ve been working,” she snapped, turning on her bare heel with as much dignity as she could muster.
She felt the heat radiating from his chest as he walked up behind her. “Jesus, no wonder you’re so angry all the time, spending so much time in a place like this,” he said.
She didn’t have to follow his gaze to know exactly what he was seeing. He didn’t miss a detail of the kitchen, with its cheap Formica counters, faux oak–finish cabinets, and ugly linoleum. Instead of the hardwood floors of the old Victorian, her boxy one-bedroom apartment had cheap, industrial carpet in the living room and bedroom. The only view from the minuscule patio was of the parking lot. Still, that didn’t stop her hackles from rising at his reaction.
“I’m not angry all the time,” she huffed.
“Okay then, generally pissed off at the world.”
“How would you even know? You’ve known me for less than twenty-four hours!”
“Living in this dump would make anyone depressed.” He walked into the tiny living room. “Even if you’re not making any money with your investigations, surely you can afford to upgrade.”
“When’s the last time you looked at housing prices?” It was on the tip of her tongue to jump to her own defense and blurt out that it wasn’t her fault her savings had been
You’re just trying to make excuses for acting like a whore. Laurie Friedland added her two cents. “Letting a guy fuck your ass is the same thing as your pussy. You’re exactly like Kstar90, trying to give in on a technicality. Either you’re a virgin or you’re not. No middle ground.”
Intrigued, Toni did a search on Kstar90. She’d been added as a friend by Kara several months ago but banned from the group a month later. After a quick scan through her messages, Toni understood why. Kstar90 was all about technical virginity, full of all kinds of advice about how to get yourself and your boyfriend off without giving up the goods.
Toni’s mind fairly boggled at the possibilities.
Kstar90 had engaged in several flame wars with the other members before finally being kicked out of the group. Kara had come to her defense and tried to talk the other girls out of banning her but had been overruled by the cybermob.
As she read through Kstar90’s posts and Kara’s, Toni started to get a tight feeling in the pit of her stomach. She clicked on Kstar90’s member page. According to her profile she was eighteen and lived in nearby Menlo Park. Her photo showed only a woman’s topless torso, her hands cupped playfully over her breasts, her face cast in deep shadow, unrecognizable.
She was about to click the link to additional photos when a sharp knock interrupted her. She peeked through the peephole, frowning when she saw Ethan Taggart standing outside her door.
Kstar90’s comments careered through her head, and her brain filled with images of herself, naked, doing all the things Kstar90 recommended for keeping your man satisfied without having actual sex. God, she could tie Ethan to the bed and keep herself busy for days.
Don’t even go there, she thought, purging her brain of the lust-inducing images. She considered pretending she wasn’t home, but Ethan quickly nipped that plan in the bud.
“I heard you walk to the door, Toni. Open up.”
Not for the first time, Toni cursed the thin walls of her cheaply built apartment building.
She slid open the chain and reluctantly opened the door. “What do you want?”
He stepped inside without an invitation, his tall, broad-shouldered body seeming to suck up the space in her postage-stamp-size apartment.
He gave her a quick once-over, taking in her threadbare T-shirt and khaki shorts that had seen much better days. His sharp turquoise gaze lingered for a moment on her bare legs, and Toni felt a lick of heat low in her belly, followed by a surge of embarrassment to be found looking like such a slob.
His full lips cocked into a half smile. “Nice outfit.”
“I’ve been working,” she snapped, turning on her bare heel with as much dignity as she could muster.
She felt the heat radiating from his chest as he walked up behind her. “Jesus, no wonder you’re so angry all the time, spending so much time in a place like this,” he said.
She didn’t have to follow his gaze to know exactly what he was seeing. He didn’t miss a detail of the kitchen, with its cheap Formica counters, faux oak–finish cabinets, and ugly linoleum. Instead of the hardwood floors of the old Victorian, her boxy one-bedroom apartment had cheap, industrial carpet in the living room and bedroom. The only view from the minuscule patio was of the parking lot. Still, that didn’t stop her hackles from rising at his reaction.
“I’m not angry all the time,” she huffed.
“Okay then, generally pissed off at the world.”
“How would you even know? You’ve known me for less than twenty-four hours!”
“Living in this dump would make anyone depressed.” He walked into the tiny living room. “Even if you’re not making any money with your investigations, surely you can afford to upgrade.”
“When’s the last time you looked at housing prices?” It was on the tip of her tongue to jump to her own defense and blurt out that it wasn’t her fault her savings had been
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