“Your dad and I were friends for years before he made a move. And when he did?” She whistled, rolling her eyes back in her head. “Game over. I barely waited two seconds before giving it up to him.”

“Ugh, gross, Mom!” I play-shoved at her. “You have to leave now,” I said as she rolled off the bed, laughing. “Write another book so you can afford the therapy I need for that comment!”

“You think your father would charge me?” She laughed.

“I’d never let Dad treat me! Talk about a conflict of interest!” I rolled my eyes, biting back my own laugh.

“Love you, honey.” She held the doorknob.

“Love you,” I said, still cringing as she shut the door.

It took me a good twenty minutes to shake off the heebie-jeebies that Mom’s story had left, but I happily distracted myself with the website. It was easy enough to forget the entire night when buried in comment after comment after comment.

What color of underwear do you wear?

Do you like to use toys? Is that weird if you do?

Where is the best place to do it if you don’t want to get caught?

I was overwhelmed with the questions, more than half of them totally over my head. I was a virgin. The only experience I had with intimacy was jagged as broken glass. Was I really being helpful? Or was I simply a soundboard for questions like this?

No, I could feel the solidarity in the posts I’d done. I had to believe I was helping or all this was for nothing.

And I did have two amazing sources.

Not that talking sex with Mom was enjoyable—clearly—but she was willing to do it. She never shied from a question.

And if I ever got any questions that were beyond sex and more emotional…I’d go to Dad. It was what he did on a daily basis.

My fingers itched. The whirl of emotions begging me to focus on someone else’s needs for a few hours. It was definitely time for another blog post.

All I had to do was pick one out of the hundreds of questions stuffing my inbox.

No big deal.

The hard part?

Maintaining the balance—the question that would be the most helpful as well as being a big middle finger to Principal Tanner and all the other authority figures out there who had ignored this need for years. That is, if it ever fell on his radar. And if it didn’t?

Dean would look amazing in the deadmau5 T-shirt.

Question of the Day

TWcrashandburn asks: “I’m on the pill. We use condoms, too. I’ve been with my boyfriend for so long and want to try it without one. Is the pill enough? Am I crazy to not want the barrier between us?”