Chapter 23

Even though I'd managed to salvage a friendship with Roxie, I hadn't been able to get the sight of her Little Debbie out of my mind. The whole way home, I kept having labia flashbacks. I had a new respect for anyone who loved to taste test the fish in tuna town. I'd never studied my tunnel of love, but by the time I pulled into the garage, I was on a mission.

My feet beelined for the bedroom, where I quickly divested myself of my clothing and hauled ass into the bathroom. I climbed onto the vanity, between the two sinks, and brought my feet up onto the counter. There wasn't a lot of space with my crap in the way, so one foot pushed stuff to the left, and the other foot moved junk to the right, leaving me spread eagle on the granite. All I had to do was lift my line of sight, and Pandora's box would be wide open. I counted down in my head from three, determined to look on one, but failed. I tried to psych myself into it, pump myself up, generate excitement about having knowledge of my