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much as he was afraid not to. His thoughts, I m sure, were
that if he didn t I might embarrass him, but I had way too
much pride for that. Plus, in this case, I felt I had the upper
hand. It was funny to me, because I couldn t ever recall hav-
ing made a man nervous.
He stopped at our table, and we did the fake hellos and
intros, and within moments, I noticed that not only was she
his girlfriend, but she was wearing a very large engagement
ring. However, on his wrist he wore an ace bandage. He d
deserved every bit of what he d gotten.
After he d walked away with the J-Lo twin, and her firm
butt trailing behind him, my friends went into a frenzy.
They simply couldn t believe that a man as good looking as
the gym owner, not only stopped to acknowledge me, but it
was obvious to them that there was an intimate connection.
 Who the hell was that?
 How do you know him?
 Please tell me he s a possibility!
 Calm down, ladies. I met him at church, he s nobody,
I said.
That, however, didn t stop their comments about what
they d do to him if they could get him in bed, or what I
should ve done to him. If I only could ve told them the
truth, but I knew I had way too much to risk by telling any-
one about My Juice. They probably wouldn t have believed
me anyway.
That night at home, while I checked my various dating
sites and tried to decide which man would be the subject of
experiment number three, my phone rang. It was one of my
girlfriends.
 Listen, we were thinking, why don t you have a girl s
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night? You know, like a sleepover with just us girls, no kids
and no husbands.
 Y all would come all the way out here? I asked, won-
dering if maybe they were just looking to use me as an ex-
cuse to get out the house and go elsewhere.
 Sure, we could use a break from our hectic lives. You re
all the way out there in Malvern in that big house all by
yourself. What do you think?
 I guess. But when do y all want to do it? I asked, sur-
prised that she was serious.
 How s next weekend?
 I don t see why not.
 Great. I ll let the others know, and we ll see you on Sat-
urday.
I was ecstatic that I was going to have company, a small
dinner party, no less. I began to make plans. At first I thought
I d cook a big meal, but then I d be slaving in the kitchen
and have to clean up. Instead, I called Feastivities and made
arrangements for catering on Saturday night and breakfast
on Sunday. I put an order into Netflix for ten movies and
then headed down to Delaware, where I purchased almost
one thousand dollars of alcohol, mixers, wine and cham-
pagne.
As I prepared for my sleepover, I found myself insanely
horny, and I only had one option because there was no time
for me to plan one of my special dates. I logged in to a
site, and found one of the men I d met online, then began to
have online sex, which took away some of my anxieties. I
couldn t wait for my next experiment.
The day before the sleepover I received a call from the
girls, who asked if it would be all right for them to invite
some additional people to the party. Of course I readily
agreed, as I had more than enough of everything.
On Saturday, around 6 PM, the girls began to arrive, and
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that s when I learned that the additional people they d in-
vited were men. One for each of us they told me, but how
could they do that? They were married, supposedly happily,
and they had no idea what kind of man I liked, or what man
would even want to be with me. But then I had to remember
that they believed I was desperate, and they were always
after me to find somebody. For me, it wasn t that easy and,
at this point in my life, I knew my place and no longer had
false expectations of men.
All that mattered now though, was I was hosting a party
and, if nothing else, I planned for everyone to have a good
time. By 9:00 PM we were all dressed, and with the help of
my girlfriends, even I felt sexy.
When all who d been invited had assembled, I wasn t
really sure who was there for me, because all eyes were on
my friends. There were five of us ladies and eight of them.
I tried my best not to feel rejected, and kept myself busy
by servicing everyone s needs until they all got a little too
intoxicated, and the wrong things began to get said.
My friends, and I m sure they meant well, noticed that
I was being neglected, and they started talking with their
drunken mouths about how bad I needed some, how I never
got any, and actually tried to push those uninterested men
on me, who thought it was funny. To me it was hurtful and
embarrassing. Did they really believe they were that sexu-
ally satisfied that they could offer me their leftovers? This
was going wrong, until I came up with an idea to make it
right, at least for me.
I mixed a pitcher of margaritas, poured them into glasses,
a tray for the men and a tray for the women. Guess which
ones held My Juice? Within the hour the mood began to
change. The crowd was so horny and unable to control
themselves that they began to fuck right around the pool. It
was hilarious. They should ve never teased me about what
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I wasn t getting.
Without their permission, I got out my video camera
and began to tape them, and rather than any of them be-
ing embarrassed or afraid of being on tape, they encouraged
me. You see, when you re not used to being fucked on My
Juice you don t know what to expect, and if you re not care-
ful, you can hurt yourself. These partygoers had no idea it
would be hours before they d be satisfied.
In the morning, I couldn t wait to see their reactions
when I replayed their night on my 64-inch television. They
saw themselves doing things they probably hadn t even
done with their husbands. They d brought those men to my
home to just tease and have some fun, and they d gotten
their brains fucked out. My girls night had turned into an
orgy, they d even taken turns with each other. More than
anything else, they were devastated that I d allowed them
to sleep outside.
However, the question was why I hadn t joined in. My
answer was simple and honest; none of the men had turned
me on.
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I never made it to church that Sunday morning, but
work on Monday proved to be interesting. I was just finish-
ing up a consultation when I was stopped in the hallway by
a patient s brother, who d been visiting the hospital over the
last two weeks. He wanted to know his sister s progress.
I explained that I wasn t the attending doctor, just the an-
esthesiologist, so I couldn t tell him anything, and that s
when I think he flirted with me. Actually, I know he did.
Later, while I was in the cafeteria having lunch, without
being invited, he came and sat at my table. I wanted to ask
if someone had put him up to this, it wasn t as if the nurs-
es didn t know I was single. The man wasn t bad looking,
maybe 5 8 , very light complexioned, almost red, and his
ears turned crimson when he thought he d said something
clever.
To pass the time, I ingratiated him, that was, until he
asked for my number. I couldn t recall the last time, besides
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the strangers I met online, when a man, having met me in
person, had asked for my number. I didn t want to appear
desperate and give it up right away, so I asked if we could
trade numbers, more so to see if he was married. He gave
me both his cell and home numbers. With that, he went back
to his sister s room, leaving me to ponder why he d been
interested in me. Maybe, I thought, just maybe, it was finally
my turn.
That night, instead of going directly home, I went to
Mt. Airy because I d promised my sister I d come into the
city for a birthday celebration for my six-year-old nephew.
My family had never understood why I was still single, but
more than anything else, they knew I was dependable, and
there wasn t much I wouldn t do for them.
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