“Everyone knows who Sasha is,” Deidre began. “Sasha, you know Marcia Blumfield and Doris Norman.”

“Hi,” Marcia said.

“Right,” Doris said. She sipped her soda and shifted her gaze to Kiera.

“Sit anywhere you want,” Deidre said. She flopped into the big armchair to the right of one of the settees. Kiera sat beside Margot, and they made a place for me. “If you want something besides soda, let me know,” Deidre said. “Don’t spill anything or drop anything on the floor, or I’ll have my mother visit you late at night.”

The girls laughed. I sat, and Kiera poured herself a Coke. She looked at me and offered some, but I shook my head.

“Who’s first this time?” Margot asked. “I was first the day we inducted Doris.”

“It might be instructive for Doris to lead off, then, don’t you think?” Deidre said.

“You mean since the last meeting, no one’s made loveydovey dangerously?” Marcia asked.

They all laughed again.

“Okay, I go first, then,” Doris said. She looked at Kiera. “Unless I’m wrong.”

“You’re not wrong,” Kiera said. “Go on.”

“Well, you all know my father owns and operates a bowling alley in Manhattan Beach. On weekends, I often go in to waitress at the café. I’ve always had a crush on the bartender’s son, Crawford.”

“Crush. Give me a break,” Margot said. I noticed how she looked at Kiera after practically everything she said to see if Kiera approved.

“Well, what would you call it?” Doris fired back.

“Hunger,” she said, and everyone laughed, even Doris.

“Okay, hunger. No matter how I flirted with him whenever he was there, he didn’t seem to notice or care. Last weekend,” she said, smiling, “he did.”

“Doesn’t sound dangerous to me,” Marcia said.

“I didn’t get to it yet, genius.”

I wanted to ask why it had to be dangerous but remembered Kiera’s warning about asking questions. She must have sensed it, however, because she turned to me to explain.

“Sasha’s probably wondering about this ‘dangerous’ thing, right, Sasha?”

I looked at the other girls. They were all focused on me. “Yes,” I said.

“We came up with the idea to add some additional excitement,” Kiera said.

“You mean you came up with it,” Deidre told her.

Kiera smiled. “Whatever.” She turned back to me. “You see, Sasha, some of the recent sexual episodes described here were quite mediocre.”

“You say,” Deidre told her. “I was quite satisfied the last time.”

“It takes so little to satisfy Deidre,” Kiera said, and everyone laughed again, including Deidre. “Anyway, a suggestion was made by moi to the effect of performing the ultimate sex act as close to in public or in the presence of a third party as possible, trying not to be discovered, of course. Therein lies the danger. Which brings us back to Doris. Go on, Doris,” she said.

“Crawford hung around longer than usual this particular day. I could feel his eyes on me, and he was flashing that cute, sexy smile of his. To my surprise and delight, I might add, he waited until I was finished with my shift, and then he and I had something to eat and drink, mostly drink. He snuck me some of his vodka. His father asked him to get something for the bar in the storage room, and I went with him. When we got there, we began to kiss.”

“Storage room?” Marcia moaned. “That’s hardly dangerous.”

“Will you wait!” Doris said, stamping her foot.

“She’s right. Don’t rush her. Don’t ever rush it, girls,” Kiera said. Everyone smiled. “Go on, Doris.”

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