Page 47 of The Physical Attraction Seminar
“Moving along…” Buster picks up the conversation. “The second most important thing to remember from today’s session is a concept that I like to call ‘Double It.’”
On the opposite side of the room, a man raises his hand, impatient to ask his question, and Buster nods in permission. “What if I can’t double it?”
“What do you mean by ‘can’t’?”
“My doctor said it was going to be really expensive if I wanted to… you know… double it.”
“Sir, when we say ‘double it,’ we mean the length of time with which you’re performing foreplay. Not the length of your manhood,” Buster clarifies.
Lyla’s laugh echoes through the room, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. No one else in the room is laughing but us, creating a bubble where only the two of us exist.
With a firm grip, Lyla yanks me up, urging me to rise from my chair as she impatiently pulls me towards the door. Thankfully, we’re sitting at the back of the room, so we make our exit seemingly undetected.
The hallway becomes alive with our laughter as we stumble through, barely able to keep our balance.
I guide us to a wall, leaning against it to use as a crutch while we collapse to the floor in laughter.
“I told you…” She inhales deeply, filling her lungs with air between laughs. “… I wasn’t going to be able to make it.”
“What is wrong with those people?”
“What's wrong with this place?” Lyla looks up at me, and her contagious smile spreads across my face. “I can’t believe this seminar is even real.”
“Or that people willingly attend,” I add with a chuckle.
As she laughs, she presses her forehead into the center of my chest, and I instinctively cup the back of her head, feeling the softness of her hair.
When she looks up, our faces are soclose that our noses almost touch, and I can feel her warm breath mingling with mine.
I could kiss her.
Iwantto kiss her.
But I won’t.
Not yet.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said the other night at my apartment,” she says breathlessly. Her eyes are fixated on my lips, and it’s making it hard to think. “I want what you want… I do. But if we’re going to be together, I don’t want our relationship to be a secret. Ever.”
“What are you saying?”
“We need to figure out a solution to the non-fraternization policy before we can be together. Not after.”
NINETEEN
LYLA
Session Three: Couples Massages with
Charlene & Buster
Ring…Ring… Ring…
“Turn it off,” I groan, pulling the plush white comforter over my head. Whatever time it is, it’s too early for anyone to be calling. I feel like I got two hours of sleep.
Ring… Ring… Ring…
“Barrett, turn it off. You’re closest to the phone.”
