“Can you be serious for a minute? I might be dying. Maybe I have a tumor,” I say.

“You don’t have a tumor nor are you sick. You felt like that because you like him,” she points out. “I felt the same thing with Matthew.”

“Karrie. Please, can we focus for one minute? I have to google what sicknesses are going around New York. Maybe it’s an epidemic.” I put her on speaker and open my internet browser.

“There is nothing wrong with you. You kissed a man, and you like him; it feels different when you like someone. It’s not just a wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.”

“Jesus, I hope I never meet a man who is wham, bam, thank you, ma’am,” I say, holding my chest now. “Imagine a one-time man. What do you do with that?”

“You make the one time last longer.” Karrie laughs. “You know Mark. You flirted with him, and you find him hot.”

“Well, his cock is huge,” I tell her and then want to take it back when she gasps.

“How would you know this if you just kissed him?” she asks me.

“Well, I was kissing him, and obviously, I’m great at it, so he sprung to action,” I tell her. “Full mast and it was hard as fuck,” I tell her. “Mon Dieu,” My God, I say. “You think he’s a one-time man? He can’t be.”

“I have no idea. I don’t know anyone who’s slept with him,” she says, and the thought of him with other women bothers me. I mean, who am I to say anything? I am not a virgin nor do I plan to slow down. I’m just in a rut, is all.

“There is always that website that ranks the hockey guys. You know those puck bunnies love to vote on shit,” Karrie says. “I can’t check because I don’t ever go on there. It’s the devil’s playground.” By the time she finishes talking, I’m already on the site.

“There is nothing for him,” I tell her. “I see Max’s name but …”

“Ohh, how is he rated?” she asks me, and I laugh.

“Takes his time and makes sure you finish first.” I repeat what someone wrote. “It was from ten years ago. People change,” I tell her, and she laughs. “I’ll ask him the next time I see him.”

“Can you make sure I’m there when you do?” she says. “So what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to call the doctor and see what he says,” I tell her.

“You aren’t sick, Vivienne. You finally like a man who piques your interest for more than one night.”

“It can be two nights. Even three. But I draw the line at four because then it becomes too much of a commitment,” I tell her.