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your pussy.”
    All the girls nod. I spin my phone on the table . “What about you, Audrey? Was Dylan into oral?” I freeze when Jessica says my name. They all know about the break-up. I thought it would keep me out of the conversation tonight.
    “Uh, yeah ; he was into it,” I lie. Sort of. He may have been into it. I just didn’t let him go that far, that way. It seemed too intimate; too encouraging.
    “Fuck,” the bride-to-be says. “Okay, starting tonight this mouth isn’t touching his cock until he reciprocates.
    The girls cheer, holding their glasses out as though that statement was a toast of its own. I join in, wishing we cou ld talk about wedding cake and invitations.
    “I have another question,” Bella says. She has a new boyfriend. “Anal? Yes or no?”
    All three girls groan and jump into the conversation, but my stomach twists. I can’t do this one. I can’t fake it or pretend. I flick my eyes to Reese and mouth, “Bathroom.”
    “Aud, where are you going?” Claire calls. I point to the back of the bar, but even over the crowd, I hear her say, “You know she’s a prude. She never contributes to the conversation. Are you sure she’s not a virgin?”
    “Claire, not cool,” Reese says. I walk away with her w ords ringing in my ears. I wipe the back of my hand under my eye.
    There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin.
    Unless, you don’t want to be.

 
    Chapter 8
    (Graham)
     
    “ Dr. Markson has given us the go ahead to move past the shoulder massage,” I explain to Audrey at our next meeting. I offer her my most comforting smile and direct her across the room to a long, suede-covered bench near the bed. “I prepared this for our session today.”
    She struggles and fails to hide a frown. “What am I supposed to do there?”
    “You’ll lie down and I’ll m assage your back and arms.” I’ve already set the music and lit the candles. Everything about the room should feel soothing; but from the way Audrey’s biting her lip, it’s clear she’s not feeling relaxed.
    I raise an eyebrow, questioning if she’s ready. She exhales deeply, and says, “I can do this.”
    “Of course , you can. Same rules apply. I keep my hands over your clothes. Just your back and arms.”
    Audrey kick s off her shoes and mumbles something under her breath. “Good thing I wore pants today,” she says. She stretches onto her stomach and takes a minute to figure out where to put her arms and hands. After a couple tries, she leaves her elbows bent and her palms flat next to her face. Lines of concentration cross her forehead.
    The tiny stuff like this draws me to Audrey and the complexities of her battle. The way she struggles but fights hard against her anxiety,   proves she’s determined to beat this thing. As I kneel beside her, I can’t help but think about how our personal relationship with the concept of sex is so varied and different. Is it our upbringing? The gynecologist ruled out a biological issue. Dr. Markson is convinced it’s some sort of extreme phobia. At the very least, she struggles with trust.
    I’ve worked hard to bridge that gap between us. Trust is clearly one of her major obstacles. However, we’ve come a long way and now, the minute my hands touch her back, she exhales and relaxes. Her eyes flutter closed and the worry lines that mar her forehead disappear. 
    Small s teps like this confirm she feels comfortable with me. I’ve done everything I can to prove it to her. I stick to the parameters of Dr. Markson’s instructions and I follow Audrey’s lead. It’s not that different from my other clients.
    Now that Audrey’s relaxed, I take my time, massaging every inch of her back, shoulders, and arms. My mind wanders and I recall how I stumbled into escorting women by accident. Dumb luck really. During my junior year of college, I found myself, along with several other students, invited to a party at the Dean’s house. What college student says no to free food and drinks?