Taking the Specialists

Rules are rules. Record everything, especially when the whole room lines up.

My husband works two weeks from home every month, and our agreement is if something good finds me while he's gone, the answer is yes. All I have to do is record every filthy detail on my phone so he can listen on the drive home.

When my girl’s trip weekend goes sideways, and I need a new toothbrush, I discover a dental summit has taken over the lobby of the hotel. One silver-haired board member offers to take me upstairs to the suite where the free toothbrushes live.

Nine days of pent-up need, six guys, and her husband's voice on her phone saying yes.

What more does a girl need?