We were having drinks, commiserating about love and the lack thereof when Callie brought up something she'd read about, a DNA test that could find your 'perfect match.'

"What a load. I'd like to see them try."

All three chimed "Perfect test!" Two days later, I was mailing in a cheek swab.

Dinner was a treat and the second kiss enticed me in.

"Gotta show you, be upfront." Stripping, I expose my tight-wrapped breasts and commando cunny dressed in its tangle of blond curls.

Eyes wide, she moves toward me, smiling.

"Guess those scientists really do know their stuff!"