Teddy was listening to me whine about my woes with the smug expression of amusement he’ll sometimes give when he thinks he knows something I don’t. It annoyed me, but I really needed to unburden myself, so I plowed on.

“With Tiffany, everything sexual had to be so… delicate,” I griped. “I don’t mean sex with her was strictly vanilla, but anytime we did anything new, she would hem and haw. Even when she’d later tell me we’d done something she’d really wanted to do!”

Teddy nodded.

“It’s was like she was programmed to hold off on everything, so I ended up sounding like a jerk begging to try some position we hadn’t done before.”

“Gotcha.” Teddy was still sporting his wry smirk.