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Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. September 2008
  4. Penny’s Rabbit Is Sick
  5. Liz Sullivan Is Out of Here
  6. Penny on Christmas
  7. Liz Is an Expat
  8. Penny Has a Boyfriend
  9. Liz Meets the Madman of Belgrano
  10. Penny’s Hair
  11. Liz Learns Tango
  12. Penny’s Back Hurts
  13. Liz after Dark
  14. Penny Finds God
  15. Liz Is a Tiger
  16. Penny Is a Good Big Sister
  17. Liz with Her Eyes Closed
  18. Penny Knows All about Love
  19. Liz Is New Here
  20. Penny Is Having a Baby
  21. Liz Is Losing It
  22. Penny Is in Love for Real
  23. Liz Came Here to Forget
  24. Penny Is Getting Married!
  25. Liz Finds a Wonder Drug
  26. Penny Is Going to Be Fine
  27. Liz Is Not Your Little Project
  28. Penny Has a Daughter
  29. Liz at High Tea
  30. Penny Is the Best Mom in the World
  31. Liz Says Yes
  32. Penny Is Not a Criminal
  33. Liz Is in It Now
  34. Idaho Journal Sentinel
  35. Liz Crosses the River
  36. The After
  37. Liz Wants the Truth
  38. Where Has Penny Gone?
  39. Liz at the End of the World
  40. Penny’s Sister Takes the Stand
  41. Liz Is Ready to Talk
  42. Liz Has More to Lose
  43. Liz Can Explain
  44. Liz Is Not Liz
  45. Liz Gets the Full Story
  46. Katie Cleary Is Out of Here
  47. Epilogue
  48. Acknowledgments
  49. About the Author
  50. Copyright

Of course five is not so many—not, frankly, as many as I’d feared. I’d had plenty of firsthand experience watching girls throw themselves at Luke, something that unfortunately continued long into our relationship. But at that age, when Luke was only the second boy I’d so much as kissed, five was an army. I began flipping through my mental index of the girls I’d seen him with: the petite girl with the giant tits who did promo for Red Bull, the tall, elegant Rossignol rep in her late twenties who’d come through for the season the year before. Since I didn’t know which of them Luke had actually slept with, I pictured him with all of them. I envisioned them performing impossible sexual pyrotechnics.

I hated the idea of being awkward and fumbling, of being vulnerable. I wanted to be prepared, but I couldn’t exactly get experience ahead of time. Instead, I did research. I tried watching some porn, but even as a virgin I knew that this couldn’t be what real sex looked like: the hair flipping, the squealing, the vociferous enjoyment of giving a blow job. I decided to step it back and just grab a Cosmo. I sneaked it in with my groceries and shuffled off to one of the new grocery clerks who didn’t know me by name. Not only was I buying the girliest magazine in the world, but I was also buying it because I wanted to read the section teased on the cover as “50 Sexy Moves That Will Make Him Your Slave.”

At home, I squirreled it away to my bedroom, as if it were no less illicit than porn, and flipped straight to the dirty stuff.

“Eat him for dessert. Literally, spread your favorite yummy treats like whipped cream and chocolate sauce all over his manhood and chow down!”

That sounded both messy and not nutritionist-approved. Next.

If you’re not in the mood for the whole enchilada, why not give him a mind-blowing hand job? Start by running your index finger up the seam of his member, then trace circles around the head with the tip of your finger going first clockwise, then counterclockwise. Get your other hand in on the action by gripping and twisting the shaft in the opposite direction your finger is moving. Trust us, this will bring new heat to holding hands!