Operation Date Escape

“Lucky me.”
    “Look, I don’t know what you’re so worried about. Even if they did get a good shot of you, you always take great pics. You’re naturally photogenic.” Nanci crossed the kitchen, disappearing into the other room.
    Was she kidding? It wasn’t as if she’d posed for a photo shoot. She’d been photographed being rescued from a tree outside of a strip club. How could any shot taken during that fiasco be good?
    Grabbing for the popcorn bowl, she turned to follow her friend. “Maybe I’m worried about my patients finding out I was anywhere near a place like that.”
    Nanci set the wine glasses down on the magazine-strewn coffee table and began filling them with wine. “When you’re sharing a picture with a hunk like Cole Maxwell, none of your patients are going to even notice where it was taken, just who you were with at the time. So be glad it wasn’t your date who rescued you from that tree.”
    The strip club gigolo.
    As much as she hated to admit it, Nanci was probably right. Most of the patients that came into their office were women. They all wanted the ‘perfect’ smile without having to invest the time into orthodontic procedures. Porcelain veneers were fast and all the rage. Mostly single women on the hunt. If she and Cole did make the paper, it would be him they’d be checking out. Oddly enough, the thought of other women ‘checking’ him out didn’t sit well with her.
    She placed the bowl of popcorn on the table between the filled wine glasses and then dropped down onto the sofa in front of Nanci’s most recent purchase – a huge flat screen TV.
    When her friend wasn’t working, dating, or dragging her out to try and hook her up with some guy, Nanci was at home watching movies. She owned more DVD’s than the local video store.
    Her gaze shifted to the oak curio in the corner of the room where one of her best friend’s more unusual hobbies was kept. Inside, beneath the golden glow of the cabinet light, was Nanci’s prized collection of vibrators.
    “ I see you’ve added a few more to your collection,” she said, nodding toward the curio.
    Nanci followed her gaze. “Ebay.”
    “Eeew! You bought used vibrators?”
    “What do you think I am? Some kind of sicko perv?”
    “Do I have to answer that?” Kelsie replied with a grin.
    Her friend p icked up a throw pillow and tossed it at her head. “They’re new. I just took them out of their packages to display them.”
    “Good. Now I feel better.”
    “Speaking of feeling better, you have to check this one out.” She walked over to the curio and pulled out what looked like some sort of hi-tech torture device. “It’s called ‘The Rabbit’ and can stimulate multiple areas at once.”
    “It looks painful.” Like something her ex deserved to have shoved up his ass. Then again, he’d probably have liked it. Kelsie leaned forward to grab a handful of popcorn. “So, how about that movie?”
    Shaking her head, Nanci returned her new toy to its special place in the curio. “There you go again.”
    “There I go again what?”
    “Avoiding anything that has to do with sex.”
    “What do you want me to say? ” She pointed to the ‘Rabbit’. “That I’d like one of those for Christmas?”
    “That works.”
    “Forget it. That thing has way too many doodads on it for me.”
    Nanci closed the curio door. “One ‘doodad’ is too many for you.”
    Kelsie sat back with a sigh. “Do we have to delve into my sexual hang-ups again?”
    “I’m only doing it for your own good. How long has it been since you’ve gotten down and dirty with a man?”
    Too long.
    “It doesn’t matter.”
    “Yes, it does,” her friend argued. “You don’t want to have to worry about cleaning out the cobwebs before the guy you finally decide to have sex with gets to enter the love cave.”
    “Just because my ‘cave’ doesn’t have a revolving door like yours does doesn’t mean...” Kelsie sputtered in irritation. “I’m not sure what it means. Just worry about your own cave and I’ll worry about mine.”
    “Okay, as long as you remember what they say about a person’s body when it comes to sex .”
    “And that would be?”
    “Use it or lose it,” she said as she grabbed the DVD player remote from the TV stand.
    “If I wanted to be nagged this much about the lack of sex in my life I could have gone to visit my mother. Are you sure you’re really not her daughter instead?”
    “I wish,” Nanci replied as she