One thing about Helen is that she’s always been down to party. In college she did some crazy shit
with a sex swing and a can of stewed tomatoes. She’s one of those girls that always needs a little
adventure in the bedroom, or church confessional booth, or back of a rickshaw.
So when her f-buddy Norm recommended they do 21 minutes of sexercise, you can’t imagine the
excitement that went through her mind. “How orange will the lights be?” she asked. “How many
synthesizers and saxophone players will be there?” she wondered.