Of course not. She was sterile. And even if she wasn’t, Michael had used a rubber each time. She was obviously worrying over nothing. For crying out loud, at her age, she was bound to start getting irregular. And who knew what regular was? She hadn’t been keeping track anyway.
MrsRobinson: Are you still there, Stacy?
She jolted back to reality.
StacyStarr: Yeah, I’m here.
Here and freaking out.
StacyStarr: How many of you cougars are there on this site?
MrsRobinson: Quite a few of us. Simone and Katelyn are the two women who started the site. They’re here quite a bit. Not sure where they are tonight.
Hollygolightly: Simone’s out of town. I don’t know where Katelyn is. But we have over five hundred women registered on the site now, and we get over 10,000 hits every day.
StacyStarr: Wow. That’s amazing. And all these relationships started without any conscious thought of age?
MrsRobinson: Of course we can’t speak for all of them. Simone, for example, has always loved younger men and looks for them. But most of them seem to have started without any thought to age.
StacyStarr: I find that very interesting.
MrsRobinson: Why?
StacyStarr: Well, I guess because it seems like those types of relationships could go the same way as the older man/younger woman relationships. You know, when a young woman is looking for a sugar daddy?
MrsRobinson: Of course that’s possible. But I don’t know of any relationships on this site that are like that.
StacyStarr: I guess I don’t see why a younger man would want an older woman then, unless he was looking for a sugar mama.
Hollygolightly: Stacy, can I ask you something?
StacyStarr: Of course.
Hollygolightly: We’re not talking about research any more, are we?
Warmth crept into Stacy’s cheeks. How did they know?
StacyStarr: No. We’re not.
Hollygolightly: You want to tell us what happened?
Yes, she wanted to tell them. She had to tell someone, and here, veiled by a computer screen, perhaps she’d be comfortable speaking her mind. She started pouring out the story, and as she typed, an anvil lifted from her shoulders. Nothing would change, but damn, if felt good to talk about it.
MrsRobinson: And you haven’t had any contact with Michael since?
StacyStarr: No. I haven’t contacted him. And he hasn’t tried to contact me, to my knowledge.
MrsRobinson: How do you know? Maybe he’s tried and he hasn’t been able to.
StacyStarr: I told you I’m a writer. He knows my pen name. He can easily find my contact information on the web.
Typing the words pierced Stacy’s heart. He hadn’t contacted her. He hadn’t cared enough to try.
Hollygolightly: She has a point, Megan.
MrsRobinson: But still, if you were only a sugar mama candidate, why did he come after you? Why did he make love to you that last time?
StacyStarr: It wasn’t lovemaking. It was a fuck, pure and simple. And I was a fool to allow it to happen.