She’s going to tell Steven. He’s going to tell Anna, and hopefully she will find it so disgusting she’ll never speak to Vronsky again.

Steven’s going to tell Dustin to prove that I was never good enough for him. I’m a fallen woman. A fallen woman is a slut, right? I don’t even know what a fallen woman is! I’m so dumb!

Lolly bit the bullet and broke the silence. “Kimmie, we need to talk about this.” Lolly watched as the pillow now shook from side to side. Lolly grabbed the pillow and ripped it from her sister’s clutches in one fast yank. Kimmie was so surprised she yelped, making a noise so silly that the two sisters looked at one another and immediately burst out laughing. Once their giggling fit got going, they couldn’t stop, and soon they were both rolling around on the bed laughing so hard they were clutching their stomachs. Lolly got the hiccups and started coughing, and Kimmie had to jump up and run to the bathroom before she peed the bed.

When Kimmie returned, she brought her sister a Dixie cup of water from the bathroom. Lolly normally wouldn’t drink tap water, but her throat hurt from her coughing fit. Or maybe it hurt from her activities of last week … served her right for listening to some online sex guru about practicing her knobjob technique with a carrot. It was now imperative that she deal with the issue at hand, which in the wake of their laugh attack they could do openly and honestly. This was by far the closest the two sisters had ever been in their lives.

“Did you tell him you were a virgin?” Lolly asked.

“No. I thought he would ask. Or he would know, but he didn’t realize until it was too late and then he sounded freaked out about it, and so I lied and said I had done it once before. Last year while I was in Nevada. With my coach.”

“Kimmie! You said that? Are you crazy? Holy shit, is it true? That was a lie, right? I don’t think I can take it if you tell me your skating coach molested you.”

“No, gross. Of course not. Coach Paul is so gay. I lied. I don’t even know why. It just came out.”

“Well, thank god for that at least, I mean, not about you lying, but whatever, what’s done is done. Jesus, Kimmie. Technically you got your cherry popped before I did,” Lolly said, looking down at her nails. She had picked the nail polish color Like a Virgin Pink yesterday at the salon. This made her smile in a sad way.

“Shut up! You’re lying.”

“Why would I lie about something like that?”