It was a warm New Hampshire day. I was sitting in the shade of the trees in an open-air café. My finger was slowly twisting in and out of my moist but not slurping twat. When I jumped in surprise, removing my syrupy finger. Okay, I was at the slurpy non-sloshy point as I straightened my skirt. I was recalling my first time with my friend Claudette only a few weeks earlier. "I am sorry to interrupt. Do you mind if we join...