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“New-man-rabbit stage?” I repeat as a question.
“You know. People in new relationships screw like rabbits.” She looks toward

the ceiling. “Or, is it fuck like bunnies?” Maybe I should have had a drink. She
waves it off. “Anyway. You are second in command. Can you handle the unloading
of my thoughts?”
“I’ve got your back,” I repeat the same assurance she gave me in Florida. I’d
rather help her unload her clothes, but at least we’re talking; bonding.
She nods again. “Okay, first you have to turn off the engineer part of your
brain. I’m not getting to the bottom line until I get there. Okay?”

I nod. “Got it.”
“Okay…” I can tell by the way she sighs “okay” she is about to get windy. “I
don’t know if it’s all of the exercising, the Keto, or a combination of both…they did
great things for my body.” I try not to sigh. I’m highly aware of what it did for her
body.
“But,” she continues. “I seem to be suffering from one majorly inconvenient
side effect.” I search my memory trying to find one. She hasn’t lost hair, her skin
looks fine, and she smells divine. What could it be? “I am distractingly horny all day,
every day.”

I bite my inner cheek. For fuck’s sake! Why didn’t Chanel answer her damn
phone? She hangs her head like she’s just admitted to having a dangerous addition.
“I imagine my brain has been switched with a teenaged boy’s,” she tells me. “I
wake up thinking about sex, go to sleep thinking about sex. I dream about sex,” she
groans throwing up her hands in frustration. “Masturbation doesn’t help…”
Oh, fucking shoot me, now. This is the hardest thing I’ve had to listen to in a
long time. I nod and make sure I am giving her my best damn listening face.

“I mean, I’ve tried with my fingers, with toys, in the shower, in the morning,
and before bed…” I was wrong before. This is the hardest thing I’ve had to hear
lately. “…nothing works. I’m still virgin level horny. I’m not on a Keto diet
anymore, and we haven’t resumed running yet, but I’m still horny.”
I sent a silent prayer for my dick to behave during her rant.
“Then, I started to think maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex since sometime
in December. What’s that…almost seven months? Plus, any sex in the two to three
years before that was just plain terrible…”