Gina cried, shocked by the suggestion. “He carried my luggage to the door and asked me out. Period.”
Zoie’s face fell in disappointment. “Bummer. So what did you do today?”
“We went to Falls Park, took in the exhibit at the Horse Barn Art Center, and had dinner at that new Italian restaurant on Phillips Street.”
“Ah, come on,” Zoie groused. “That’s tour guide stuff. I want the juice. Physical contact. Whispered words of endearment. That kind of thing.”
“He held my hand. Does that count?”
“Stiff or foreplay?”
Gina looked at her askance. “What the heck does that mean?”
“Stiff is like dead fingers. No movement. Foreplay is playful, sensual. Thumb strokes on the palm. Little squeezes of the fingers. Which was it?”
Gina frowned a moment thinking. “Foreplay,” she decided.
Zoie rubbed her hands together in glee. “Oh, man. That’s good. Real good. What else?”
“While we were walking, he put his arm around my shoulders a couple of times. And he snuggled me up inside his coat when we were standing by the Falls.”
“Back to front or front to front?”
“Back to front.”
“Did you feel anything? Like a hard-on, I mean.”
“Zoie!” Gina cried.
Zoie held up her hands. “Okay, okay. Just trying to get a bead on his level of attraction.”
“It was one date,” Gina reminded her drolly. “It’s a little early to start thinking about sex.”
Zoie opened her hands. “Hey. Sex knows no time-line. When the time’s right, it’s right. You’ve got to learn to open up a little bit. Go with the flow.”
Gina winced. “I don’t know how.”
“Relax, you mean?”
Gina nodded.
“Alcohol,” Zoie said without hesitation. “Nothing loosens up a person’s inhibitions quicker than a stiff drink or two.”
Shaking her head, Gina pushed to her feet. “I’m not much of a drinker.”
“Good. That means it would take less to get you going.”
Sputtering a laugh, Gina planted her hands on her hips. “You are a real case, you know it? Here you are telling me to get drunk and have sex with a man I hardly know.”
“Do you want to remain a virgin the rest of your life?”
Gina winced, then shook her head. “No.”
“Does Case ring your bell?”
Gina rolled her eyes. “If you’re asking if I’m attracted to him, yes.”
Zoie shrugged. “Well, there you have it. Case Fortune is your frog-prince, the guy who’s going to introduce you to the wild side of life, teach you the old bump and grind.”
Gina clapped her hands over her cheeks, her face flaming. “I can’t believe we’re even having this discussion.”
Zoie unfolded her legs and rose. Slinging an arm around Gina’s shoulders, she drew her with her as she walked to the door. “Sister, it’s time. Past time, if you ask me. You’ve been wearing that chastity belt long enough.”
Three
At the moment, Gina felt more like a voodoo priestess than she did an author of children’s books.
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