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no-nonsense advisors who are going to tell it like it is.’ What the hell? I talked to that asshole for twenty minutes.”
    I frowned. “It’s short, but you were very succinct.”
    “Succinct…I come out sounding like a monosyllabic asshole, while you come across as smart and fearless. Which I don’t disagree with, but still. ”
    I bit my lip when he jerked away to lie on his side. I knew how much it bothered him that no one took what he did on the show seriously. He was right there, doing all the research with me, but his lighthearted spin on the more serious topics caused people to liken him to Psycho Mike, rather than Dr. Drew. His “succinct” comment had been followed by an explanation of how we weren’t going to gloss-over the truth to make our audience feel better, because coddling them wouldn’t answer questions many of them had since the onset of puberty, with no one to ask. Now why couldn’t the reporter have quoted him as saying
that
? It would have sounded a whole lot better than that clichéd statement about telling it like it is.
    I folded the newspaper and put it aside. Scrambling for a topic change, I looked around. Casey’s T-shirt design was the first thing to catch my eye. “1s Turn Me On” I read.
    “Yeah!” He beamed. “I think it’s going to be a huge seller.” Casey supplemented his income by designing shirts and selling them in an online marketplace.
    “Why’s that?”
    Casey pulled out the hem of his shirt to allow me a clearer view of the words. “Because it’s a play on binary function.”
    I had no clue what that was. “Explain.”
    “Okay, binary code is like a system of light switches that you turn on and off, depending on the series of ones and zeroes entered. Ones turn the switches on, zeroes turn the switches off. For example, this series of numbers in the background – 01000101 – is binary code for sixty-nine: off, on, off—”
    “So it’s a programmer’s sex joke?”
    Casey nodded with a proud smile. “Well, yeah, but it’s clever because there’s both a literal and figurative meaning. It’s funny, right?”
    I looked into his sweet, eager face and nodded. “Sure.”
    His smile dimmed. “No, it’s funny,” he insisted, “because the ones—”
    I waved my hand. “No, yeah, I got it the first time.”
    He still looked expectant when Amery arrived on the scene.
    “I made it!” Amery declared, plopping down with a loud huff.
    Casey’s expression brightened. “Help me out, Goldilocks.” He pulled out his shirt again. “So check out my shirt…”
    I felt a tug on my hair and turned to find Ian’s earnest green eyes peering up into mine. “Sorry. I don’t mean to take my frustration out on you.”
    I pretended to glare, then pushed a laugh through my nose and leaned forward to give him a smacking kiss on the forehead. “It’s all good, Dorkbutt. We’re cool.”

CHAPTER THREE
     
    “See, Giselle, you’re a natural.” I gave the athletic brunette standing before me an encouraging smile as she finished rolling the condom down one of the demonstrators suction-cupped to our table. I plucked a selection of condoms from the generous supply of samples provided by Trojan for the festival. “Now, take some of these and use one every single time. I don’t care how many times he tells you they don’t fit. If they can stretch a condom over a two-liter bottle of Coke, then your boyfriend can stretch one over his junk.”
    “Thanks.” Giselle put the condoms into the front pockets of her jeans and moved on to another table. I leaned down to take a sip of my coffee. To my side I saw Amery was helping a sweaty, red-faced girl whose arms quivered as she struggled to get the condom on the model. Amery winced and reached her hands out, as if she wanted to help the poor girl, only to pull them back. She winced again and glanced over at me. Her brown eyes showed white all around. “My God!” she mouthed, making a face of horror. Her bubbly grin popped