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I shut the book again. It was wrong to read this. It was so raw. This was none of my<br />
business. I had to stop.<br />
After one more Step. Then I’d stop. Then I would most definitely put this book away.<br />
I opened it randomly to the middle, ashing forward, I assumed, through pages of sexy<br />
words:<br />
Wow. First o, it was weird! I won’t lie. But yet it had this incredible lling eect. That’s<br />
the only way to describe it. Like I had it all inside me. Like I couldn’t go any further and<br />
then I found I could. I didn’t care how loud I was being. His hands were working me over<br />
all the while. It felt so incredible! Thank God the Mansion is soundproof, or so I’m told. It<br />
must be; otherwise everyone would know what was happening in each of these rooms. But<br />
I’ll tell you, the best sensation came from the other guy, Olivier, who lay beneath me, my<br />
lovely dark-haired stranger with a full arm of tattoos, who was sucking on my …<br />
I snapped the book closed. Okay, I had to stop. This was too much. Two men? At once?<br />
I looked to the top of the page. This was Step Five: Fearlessness. I was shocked that I felt<br />
damp between the legs. I didn’t normally read erotic stu, and when I came across<br />
pornography by accident, I rarely found it arousing. But this? This was all about desire. I<br />
wanted to read the whole thing, but no, I wouldn’t. I held the book shut tight in my lap.<br />
She didn’t seem the type, Pauline, with her short hair and her clean looks. But what’s<br />
“the type”? What’s the furthest I’d ever gone with a man? The riskiest? A giggly handjob<br />
in a movie theater in high school with a boy I dated when Scott and I were on a “break.”<br />
I’d given blowjobs. Maybe not well, and not always to completion. Sexually speaking, I<br />
was sorely inexperienced. Dixie had rolled onto her back in a posture that was<br />
appropriately lewd.<br />
“Oh, kitty, you’ve probably had more fun in the streets than I’ve had in my bedroom.”<br />
I had to put the notebook away. To read any more of it would be to violate Pauline’s<br />
privacy irrevocably, and to drive myself to distraction. I got up and almost angrily<br />
shoved the book deep into the drawer of the telephone table by my front door. After ten<br />
minutes, I moved it to a pocket of an old ski jacket I had brought from Michigan and left<br />
hanging in the back of the closet. Still, the book called for me. Then I put it in the<br />
broiler beneath the gas stove. But what if the pilot light ignited it?<br />
I decided to put the notebook in my purse so I wouldn’t forget to bring it to work the<br />
next day, in case Pauline came back to retrieve it. Oh God, what if she thinks I read it?<br />
But how could I not? Well, at least I didn’t read all of it, I thought, taking the notebook<br />
out of my purse and finally locking it in the trunk of my car.<br />
Two days later, after the lunch rush died down, the door chimes signaled the arrival of<br />
Pauline. My stomach lurched, like she was coming to arrest me. This time she wasn’t<br />
with her sexy man but with a beautiful older woman, perhaps fty or a well-preserved<br />
sixty with red wavy hair, wearing a pale coral tunic. They were both a little grim-faced<br />
as they made their way to an empty table by the window. I smoothed down my T-shirt<br />
and steeled myself as I approached the table. Try not to look at her too long. Try to appear