“Well, it’s about my testicles” I said not looking at her but the carpet in front of the sofa.She stopped knitting again.“Go o...” she said, more gently than I had expected.“Well, I seem to have some aches and discomfort there. I was wondering if I should see a doctor.”“Are you sure you’ve not been with a girl and caught something?” she replied accusingly.“No mom, honestly” I said.She thought for a moment. “How long has. The other guy who had been talking to me, a Latino guy, wanted to dance with me but I told him I’d rather just sit and talk. At this point I wanted one of us two women to be in control and wasn’t all that interested in getting involved with these men. The entire period from the time I went out to make the phone call to my husband to the time Nadine reappeared with the other men was less than an hour. Nadine called me over to the room she was in and we went into the bathroom. She was still. Work was very good about it. I could work from home when I needed to.”“I’m sorry to hear about the marriage. What do you do for a living?”“You got it right before. I’m a sexy librarian.” Catherine smiled, and I spluttered into my glass. “Actually, I’m a knowledge officer for a consultancy company. When you think about it, their only asset is know-how. I capture the learnings from our engagements so we can use what works again, ideally with cheaper staff. Although the clients don’t get that. Tara's high school had a communal shower, so all of the girls showered together in one large room, and more than once, envious class mates would come over to Tara and offered to soap her unique breasts. Having slippery fingers gliding all over her chest was usually enough to make Tara have another, if weak orgasm, and although no one ever said anything, it was pretty much common knowledge that Tara's chest needed a lot of attention and for that reason alone, most of the girls were more than.