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something, girls?”
    Lil smiled, fascinated by how Annie’s chandelier earrings caught the light. “Pretty,” she murmured.
    â€œYes, we’re celebrating.” Shannon nodded. She raised her glass. “To the end of the innocence!”
    Lil lifted her own glass very slowly, focused on keeping the pink liquid within the rim. “To lend of inner sense,” she exclaimed, pleased that she hadn’t spilled any.
    She laughed along with Shannon, wrapped in a warm, happy glow.
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    â€œL IKE THIS ?” Lil asked, an hour later. She wobbled a little on Shannon’s red velvet couch. Normally she thought the thing was beyond vulgar, since it was squishy and shaped like a pair of huge lips. Tonight it didn’t seem bad.
    â€œYes, just like that. Now watch.” Shannon looked like a beautiful, kinky Bugs Bunny wielding that carrot.
    Lil collapsed into a fit of giggles and managed to shove the tip of her own carrot up one of her nostrils. “Ick!”
    Shannon took it away from her and handed her another one. Then she put hers between her lips and took it into her mouth. She settled her lips around it into an O. Then she gripped it firmly in one fist and moved it in and out of her mouth, in and out. She raised her brows in an indication that Lil should do the same.
    Lil inserted her own carrot.
    â€œPush it back farther,” commanded Shan.
    â€œGaahh.”
    â€œNow, tight with your lips.”
    â€œOoooog.”
    â€œPull. Push. Pull. Push.”
    It was an absolutely ludicrous sight. Lil disintegrated into giggles again. Her head fell between her knees and the carrot dropped onto the floor.
    Shannon sighed. “How many bags are we going to go through? Jeez!”
    â€œYour face…it’s so shilly-looking! How can a man kleep a straight face?” Lil gasped for air.
    â€œI can promise you, they’re not focused on your face. They are slobbering with gratitude and their eyes are shut.”
    â€œGood thing!”
    â€œOkay. I can tell that your motor skills are toast. But you get the general idea.”
    â€œHee hee hee hee!”
    â€œYeah. Now, remember what I told you about the underside and the root. And the balls.”
    â€œRoot-balls!” Lil chortled.
    Shannon bit the end off her carrot and shook her head, crunching away.
    â€œWanna root-ball float?”
    â€œDefinitely not. But you go ahead and help yourself.”
    â€œHookay…”
    â€œYou probably won’t remember any of this in the morning, but maybe some of it will sink into your subconscious. I think maybe the cowpoke is a good candidate—but only if he’s very generous himself. Got that?”
    â€œCowpoked! Hee hee hee.”
    â€œExactly. You go get yourself cowpoked.”
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    T HE SUN was an evil squirt of vitriolic mustard in her eyes. Lil moaned and tried to blink it out, but it only spread. Her stomach felt as if someone had poured gasoline into it and set it on fire. And she wanted to be sick on top of that. Oh, Heaven help her. She rolled to her side and discovered that was a mistake, since it was a long way down to the floor from her four-poster bed and looking at the floor from this angle made her queasy. The patterns in the oriental rug down there spun into a kaleidoscope of nausea.
    When she opened her eyes again, she saw that she’d slept in her suit skirt, stockings and blouse—disgusting.
    How had she gotten home last night? Lil didn’t remember. She’d gone out to Max a Mia with Shannon, she’d eaten a bowl full of maraschino cherries. She’d spoken to the cherries and Shan had laughed at her.
    Then something about carrots?
    Lil bolted upright. Oh, no. No!
    Her memory was surely playing tricks on her. But there in her mind’s eye was Diabolical Bugs, playing with her carrot.
    Push. Pull. Push. Pull.
    You’ve never given a blow job, have you, Lil?
    â€œI’m going to kill her with my bare