Chapter Thirteen
One sleepless night later, my decision stands, so I text Art the good news:
My answer is yes.
At least, that’s what I mean to write. Thanks to the evil that is autocorrect, what he actually sees is:
My hamster is yes.
He must get what I mean, though, because he replies instantly:
Let’s meet and talk details. How about a banya?
Banya? As in a place where you get naked? That’s crazy.
Or is it?
Seeing him with fewer clothes on could give me a chance to test my m**********n theory.
Yeah. That’s it. I’ll diddle Miss Daisy a few times before I go and see if he still has an influence on my libido.
It’s a date, I reply eagerly.
While I wait for his reply, I get my favorite s*x toys ready, along with my toothbrush.
When it comes to toys, I follow an approach inspired b
