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CASSIE<br />
AS MUCH AS I was thrilled by Dauphine’s bravery and excited to guide her, I was also admittedly a<br />
little jealous. After all, I had caught a glimpse of her fantasy board, and some of the marvelous men<br />
she was about to experience. That’s why I whipped out my phone right then and there on Third Street,<br />
before reaching Magazine. Enough of this silly reticence, these dumb fears. Dauphine had said,<br />
“Surprise me,” in response to the Committee asking her what kind of sexual fantasies she hoped to<br />
enjoy. If I was going to be someone’s Guide, I had better start getting brave myself.<br />
I punched in Mark Drury’s number with a new vigor.<br />
“Hello?” he said in a voice that sounded like it had been stored in an oak barrel in a damp<br />
basement.<br />
“I woke you up, didn’t I.” Oh shit.<br />
“Yes, you did.”<br />
“But it’s four in the afternoon.”<br />
“Is that you, Mom? I thought you passed away eleven years ago. This is such a nice surprise,” he<br />
said, yawning.<br />
“No, it’s not your—It’s the girl you met on the patio a few days ago. Cassie. Though, I am sorry<br />
about your mother.”<br />
“I’m just messing with you. I know who you are, and for the record, my mother’s alive.”<br />
Okay, I’m dealing with a jokester. I can do this.<br />
“Wait till I tell her what you did.”<br />
“That’s very presumptuous, assuming you’ll meet my mom before you’ve even gone out on one date<br />
with me. Where are you?”<br />
“In the Garden District, leaving … a friend’s house,” I said, glancing over my shoulder at the<br />
Mansion, now in the distance.<br />
“So?” I said.<br />
“So what?”<br />
“So … wanna hook up?”<br />
“Right now?” he asked, choking a little on his words. “Yeah. Right now.”<br />
“Yeah!” he said, fully awake now.<br />
He suggested Schiro’s in a half hour. That meant no time to change, I thought, looking down at my<br />
T-shirt and jeans. And no time to change my mind. I was going to “hook up” with a guy I had just met.<br />
A wave of nausea overcame me. Could I do this? That was what my year of S.E.C.R.E.T. was for,<br />
wasn’t it? To act as a set of sexual training wheels? It was high time they came off. I knew what my<br />
needs were. Time to get them met.<br />
Of course Mark Drury was late. Of course he knew the cute waitress, the hot girl eating alone, the<br />
androgynous sous chef who he stopped to high-five, and the curvy bartender from whom he ordered a<br />
pitcher of beer before taking a seat opposite me at the last empty table. Schiro’s was popular with<br />
locals, the musicians and restaurant folks who ate at odd hours. It was almost 5 p.m., lunchtime for