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"Sometimes," she says, drawing the word out, "I'll stop by his office are lunchtime for a 'nooner', you know, a quick one? But he told me his secretary was starting to get suspicious, so there's a game that we play after work that really is a lot of fun."

 

"Really?" I ask, using that go-to psychiatrist's word that's guaranteed to keep patients talking. And with her it works.

 

"In some of the bars," Sabina continues, "the guys have a contest to see who can have sex with a girl they don't know without leaving the premises, so they try to get her to do it in the parking lot, or if the girl is really skanky or drunk, in the restroom. Whoever wins gets a free drink on the house. So what Bob and I will do is go into the bar, separately, pretending not to be a couple. I'll wear something seductive but not slutty, just enough to get one or two guys to hit on me, because if Bob came right up to me and picked me up people might get suspicious, right?"

 

I nod my head in agreement and Sabina continues.

 

"After I turn down one or two guys Bob will come up to me and I'll let him pick me up. By this time the other men in the bar and some of the women know that I'm in play and are curious to see if Bob will score with me, and of course he does."

 

"So how do they know that you actually had sex?" I ask, intrigued by this new game.

 

"Oh that's easy. I keep my panties on when we do it, I mean he pulls them aside of course so that he can stick himself into me, but then he takes them off me when we're finished so that his 'proof' is right there on my silk undies." Sabina giggles then add, "Sometimes when we come back into the bar after doing the deed we get a round of applause . . . and we haven't actually had to buy our own drinks in a couple of months!

 

"Then when we get home, before we go to sleep, sometimes we'll do it one more time. Nothing fancy. Sometimes he'll go down on me or I'll blow him, or we'll just fuck for a while." Finished with her story, Sabina's looking off into the distance, at one of my diplomas hanging on the wall.

 

"So your first name's Eden?" I nod my head.

 

"Do you mind if I smoke?" she asks, then with my approval lights up a Marlboro and blows smoke rings through her ruby red lips. "Can I ask you something?"

 

"Of course Sabina, you can ask me anything you want. That's what we're here for."

 

She takes a final drag of her cigarette, exhales the smoke up toward my ceiling and grinds the lipstick marked butt out into the ashtray.

 

"Do you think that I'm the one that's the sex addict, and not Bob?"

 

"Why do you ask that Sabina? From everything you've told me this afternoon you and Bob sound like you were very sexually compatible. You shared everything and didn't keep any secrets from each other, right?"

 

"Well, not exactly," Sabina answers, brushing those blond bangs out of her eyes, looking at me for reassurance.

 

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