“You have excellent taste,” she says. “I wish I had a boyfriend to buy me fancy vibrators.” “He’s not my boyfriend,” Penny says automatically. “He’s my . . .” “Sexual educator,” I say as I put the oil on the counter too. She rolls her eyes. “No.” “What? It’s apt. I have more experience than you and I’m showing you the ropes. Like a teacher.” She covers her face with her hand. “I can’t bring you anywhere.”
