“There goes your first line of defense,” she says. “Now all that’s between your body and my mouth is your underwear.”“What if someone walks over to the car?” I say. “Or pulls up beside us?”“That won’t happen.”“Why not?”“People around here carry guns. You sneak up on another car, you’re begging for bullets.”“You’re sure?”“Trust me. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, I remember!”This seems too good to be true. I’ll grant you that. But remember, I hand-picked these women because they claimed to be sex-obsessed. You might think Faith Hemphill was a bust, but she had a sexual plan for me that included introductions and an aphrodisiac. I declined her advances. True, Faith’s appearance was shabbier in person than online, and Zander’s exactly as she appeared online. But is it that big a stretch to believe Zander might find me attractive enough to offer a blow job so quickly?I hear a sound, like she’s rummaging around in her handbag.“Keep your eyes closed,”
