âYou need to get laid.â She sentences after her fourth dirty martini three weeks before the current debacle. âYour jaw mustnât have unclenched in years.â
âI get laid.â Lena counters defensively. Wary of trying to outdrink her business partner and best friend, she is on her first g&t still. She grabs the straw now, and gives it a quick stir. Sheâs stalling. Fidgeting. Because Andrea is â at least partly â right. âSometimes.â She concedes after a long pause.
There are people she could call. Men and women who slip Lena their number at every gala, every fundraiser she attends. Somewhere inside her house, she has a shoebox full of calling cards.
âHow many after Jack? There was that other guy⌠Hansen?â
âOlsen.â Lena corrects. âCan we please not talk about my sex life?â
James had been nice, if a bit boring. Gentle, but the sex was nothing to write home about. Lena had come; once, weakly â and then faked the other times. In retrospect she ought to have told him, but James isnât the issue. She had the same problem with Jack, who unlike James read her well enough to stop trying to have sex with her.
Itâs just. Itâs. Men donât do it for her, and Lenaâs always knows, but years of harsh conditioning by Lillian are difficult to put behind. Even now, talking about it like this with Andrea, she feels shame. Like she failed. Like thereâs something wrong with not finding men attractive the way sheâs supposed to.
Lena uses her drink to drown the guilt, and downs whatâs left of it as Andrea says:
âWhat you need is a pleasure dom.â
She inhales part of the gin, somehow, and spits the rest into the hand she cups over her mouth at the last second.
âExcuse me, a what?â
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