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women let their husbands shame them that way?
    “You wouldn’t give Greg a second chance if he had an affair?” Kat asked in genuine amazement.
    “Not if I caught him cheating on me, then he did it again, in public.” I took a sip of coffee, glad the conversation had shifted away from politics. “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.”
    She shook her head. “Monogamy may have worked when people only lived to thirty-five, but in this day and age, it’s absurd to expect it. That’s why Zach and I don’t want to get married. We’re in the relationship because we want to be, not because we have to be.”
    Pure BS, perpetrated on women by men who didn’t have the guts to commit, but I’d already made my feelings clear to Kat on that subject too. “What if you picked up the paper and it was Zach on the front page with his mistress?”
    Kat wasn’t ruffled. “I’d deal with it. But I wouldn’t throw away a good relationship because he did something stupid. When all’s said and done, he’d come to his senses.”
    I tucked my chin. “I hope you haven’t told him that. It’s giving him permission.”
    She slowly shook her head. “No it’s not. It’s being real.” She let out a low chuckle. “But he’s not going anywhere. I give the best head in the nation.”
    “Head?” It seems impossibly ignorant that a married woman like me didn’t know what “head” meant in sexual terms, but I didn’t. Whenever I’d asked Mama about sex, she’d said it was far too private to discuss with anybody but your husband, and that was that. So I’d learned about it from prudish manuals, not by talking to anybody my own age. With family secrets like mine, close friends had always been too risky.
    “You know, head, ” Kat said, then mimed what she was talking about.
    “Oh. Sure. Of course.” I was appalled that she’d talk so openly about something so private. But at least she hadn’t made fun of me for being so ignorant.
    “You know what they say,” Kat said with a sly grin, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “You can’t keep ’em if you don’t eat ’em.”
    “Oh, gross,” I sputtered. “ Way too personal.”
    Kat laughed, but she wasn’t laughing at me. “Honey, it’s just sex, a perfectly natural biological process. People shouldn’t be so uptight about it.”
    “When you look up ‘uptight’ in the dictionary,” I shot back, “you’ll find my picture, so kindly tread lightly, here.”
    There was no intimidating Kat. “Mark my words,” she advised. “You want to send Greg to nirvana, try it sometime.”
    That would shock him, for sure. He’d always taken the lead. When I considered springing something like that on him, I shocked myself, with a surprising response from my female parts.
    No way would I ever tell Kat, though, if I did try it. Or anybody.
    “What’s your favorite position?” she prodded.
    For us, there was only the one. “I don’t know.” Maybe I ought to take advantage of her more worldly experience. “What’s yours?”
    “I like to be on top, and ride him till his back arches like McDonald’s.”
    Good grief. But it might be fun to try a little variety.
    “Zach likes that?”
    Kat helped herself to a powdered doughnut. “Loves it. But I save it for special occasions.”
    I couldn’t believe we were talking about our sex lives. Or Kat was, anyway.
    She eyed me askance with mischief. “I’ve got a book you need to read. Great stuff. It’s called the Kama Sutra, from India.” She chuckled. “It’s an illustrated sex manual. It’ll do wonders for your marriage.”
    I considered, then decided that looking at a book in private would be a lot less embarrassing than talking about my love life with Kat. “Okay. But do me a favor, please. Please don’t tell anybody about it, even Zach. Or about this conversation. I’d die of embarrassment.”
    Kat patted my arm. “Don’t worry. My lips are sealed. Best friends never rat each other out,