"We want to do something dangerous," Wendy added, sitting down beside me."So this isn't about your writing?" No." What do you mean by dangerous," Tom ...sked."She isn't suggesting that we spend the night in a lion's den or play games of Russian roulette," I told him. "I believe Wendy wants a sexual adventure." I thought it best not to mention that Wendy's virginity had been weighing heavily on her lately. I, on the other hand, had no such problem.Listen, I love Wendy as a sister, but I doubt if. "Anytime," he said in such a way that it could mean whatever I wanted it to."You're a lifesaver, Ron," I said, leaning up and chastely kissing his cheek."Like a knight in shining armor," he joked."Well, a knight in sweatpants," I said, laughing as I tapped my finger against his bare chest. Fuck! It was like touching solid steel. I wondered if his bulge was that hard. Stop it!"Rescuing naked damsels is my specialty," he said, wrapping his large, dark hand around mine. "Call me if you need. I was already on my second drink and already wasted when I met Larry, a law student. He was a bit husky but very cute and friendly.We got to talking. He seemed a bit too conservative for me but he was so funny I didn't mind when he navigated me toward one of the back rooms.There was a bed in the room and we got really close and I whispered in his ear: 'not on a first date.' He smiled and said, no problem, and leaned over and turned on the CD player. It was something really old, like Jim Croce,. He’d just assumed that Mary was my girlfriend again. Teenagers have a unique view of the world!He was so shocked, he addressed a question to Mary, asking her if she was okay with me finding a girlfriend. As expected, Mary just said I could do anything I wanted. I carefully studied her face while she answered. I couldn’t see either happiness or sadness there. It was like asking her if she wanted soup or salad. I did see her curl her pinky though. It made me wonder how reliable the finger curl.