Clearing Up Confusion 1

"You simply have options that I don't!" I protested, as my friend Meredith and I continued marinating ourselves in the hotel spa. I waved my hand dismissively at her from across the jacuzzi, shouting through the steam and noise of the spa jets. "You have so much more sexual capital than I do. The guys are falling over themselves to talk to you, and your breasts" -- I mimed cupping and squeezing her ample D-cups -- "they're like beacons to horny guys."

Meredith giggled. "You're not giving yourself enough credit," she said. "I see guys totally into you but you're shutting them out. And don't talk to me about sexual capital. You're so much thinner than I am. Your boobs are amazing, and I caught a glimpse of your butt as we were changing and it's just begging to be spanked!"

"Perv!" I protested, languidly splashing some water in her general direction.

And she was a perv and she knew it. Meredith was the unabashed libertine within my circle of close work friends. The night before, as we no