Sex, Lies, and Beauty Aides by Deb Julienne Read Free Book Online Page A

She’d spend the weekend speed dating with the media. Sure she could look at the website, but she wanted something tangible to hold in hands while she studied and compared.
    The last stop was her favorite Chinese restaurant where she picked up a quart of Chinese Chicken salad. Dinner and a movie. No cooking. No clean-up and straight on to research. Oh joy, she led an exciting life.
    She opened the door of the brownstone she shared with Kat and Jill.
    Jill entered the living room and stood by the counter to put on her earrings. Dressed and ready to head out the door. “Hey girl, how’s the new job?”
    “Don’t ask—glad it’s the weekend.
    “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us to the club?”
    “Not a chance. Monday was bad enough. I couldn’t stand a repeat performance.”
    “Suit yourself. What’s in the bags?” Jill didn’t wait for a response and started to unload, laughing as she went. “Homework?” She cheesed.
    “Don’t you have some place to be?”
    “Later.” Jill waved. “Have fun with your books and movies.”
    “Shut up.” She threw a pillow at Jill, but she pulled the door shut before it reached her.
    Sabrina sorted through her purchases, planning her evening. She took her dinner to the living room. Books which weren’t there this morning covered the end table. The titles alone made her blush to the tips of her split ends.
    “Good Lord, Hurricane Kat’s been here and gone.” That’s not what she meant by help. Kat was begging for a piece of her mind next time they talked. She nibbled on her salad and watched the evening news. Nothing but negative stories as usual.
    Kat’s books beckoned her, the pull too strong to ignore. Flipping through several pages of the top book, she realized it was an instructional book. She checked the publication date, outdated to be sure, but informational. This was exactly what she needed. The pictures and descriptions were just like Kat, in-your-face, but definitely educational. She’d have to thank Kat, because at least her articles wouldn’t end up looking like a smut fest.
    A Christmas card from her brother lay on the coffee table. Nickie had been born with Down’s Syndrome. Rather than leave him alone, she’d spent the better part of her childhood keeping him company, which had led to her addiction to movies and television. The summer she received her associate’s degree, Nickie moved to a group home and her parents retired and moved to Phoenix.
    Alone and unprepared for the big bad world, her dating life didn’t start until college when she met Kat, who introduced her to her first date. Even then, it was sporadic at best.
    She added the card to the wall with the rest they’d received and turned back to the television.
    After she put her leftover salad in the fridge, she returned to the couch and tucked her feet beneath the plush, forest green Kenny Bunkport throw from the back of the couch, and made herself comfortable enough to start on the books she’d purchased.
    Kat’s selections on teaching every woman how to free her body, train her senses, and tap her own hidden erotic resources would have to wait. So could the men’s rags. A close up of vagina’s, asses, and tits right now was more than she could deal with, if she wanted her food to digest. She’d rather read about love.
    Who was she kidding?
    She’d need a semester long, eight hours a day class on the guide to a rewarding sex life and deeper relationships only she needed to know it all now.
    She read the blurbs on the back of the three novels and chose the historical first. Sweet imagery of what the proper regency gents and ladies did in their spare time. She settled in, convinced she’d learn a great deal from it.
    By the time she got to the first sex scene she started to laugh hysterically at the mere mention of his tumescent member . She tried again to concentrate on the story, but when the next reference called it his pulsating manhood she lost it. The visual images