“You deserve this. Repeat after me: I, Janie Morris, deserve splendiferous orgasm therapy with Sir McHotpants.” My eyes widened and I took a brave breath. “This is madness.” Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed. “Say it!” I shook my head. “I can’t! I can’t say it!” “You’re not just going to say it; you’re going to do it—with frequency!” I laughed in spite of myself. “You want me to have intimate relations with a man-whore.” “Alleged man-whore. And, yes, I do.”
