Anybody who introduces himself as ‘Joshua-Templeton-Green-but-my-friends-just-call-me-Josh’ is an idiot. And an asshole.’ I had to laugh. The ex...ression on his face and his delivery perfectly mimicked Josh’s officious air. ‘Okay. Point taken. If it ever happens again, I’ll call.’ ‘You better.’ I stood up and leaned over, taking Andrew’s face in my hands and kissing him squarely on the lips. When I pulled away he looked straight at me, his eyes a little glazed over. ‘What was that for?’ ‘For. It sounded basic, which was what I wanted, and I figured if it was written by a woman, she’d know what girls go through.I took it back to my table. The reading area is a high balcony that overlooks the main level, with bright skylights overhead. I sat down facing out and started to read. The book was laid out like an encyclopedia, in alphabetical order. I looked up vagina, masturbation, and penis. There was even an entry on feet that said See fetishes.What blew me away was that there was a word. “None,” she said, and stalled when she thought to add “Not a drop”. It was too explicit an admission of sluttiness to this handsome Englishman. Instead she said, “Now you.”“My turn?”“You promised. Share and share alike. I’ve told you the absolute naughtiest thing I’ve ever done and I hardly know you. Makes a girl feel vulnerable, so yes, your turn, Mister. Come on, spill.”“God, Brooke, so many to choose from. Somehow I don’t think I’m getting into heaven anytime soon. You sure you want to. ‘John! You’re home early,’ exclaimed Mariah. Yup, that’s my Mariah, sharp as a tack. I managed to remain calm, which was quite a feat considering my heart was crumbling in my chest. ‘Yes, I am,’ I replied in monotone. I’ll bet I had a ‘rabbit in the headlights’ look on my face, though. Mariah hopped out from between the two guys, who just sat there like a couple of moronic lumps, and scampered off the bed toward me. ‘It’s not what it looks like,’ she pleaded. I looked down at her crotch and.