Please tell me you'll come with me. It might do you some good to get out and meet new people, not to mention break out of that vanilla shell of yours...” “Vanilla? Now you're comparing me to a flavouring?” “NO! Come on, you know what I mean. You've been in what, four relationships and had maybe half a dozen total sexual partners?” “What does that have to do with anything?” This was my life. Back and forth, side to side, with my best friend Loren. She was what I like to call a sexual deviant. Getting involved with all sorts of things I would never dream of: suspension, latex, breath play, she even told me one instance where her partner shoved his entire fist… never mind, I don't even want to think about that. We'd been friends since we were kids. And when we entered high school, she was the first one of us to lose their virginity. She bragged around school later that she had slept with an older guy, a real sports fanatic, and that it didn't really hurt because he was small (from the steroids).
