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Last night while Matt was tenderly whispering dirty words in my ear, the thought of Milt's missing cuff link began to gnaw at me: What if Matt finds it? This didn't prevent me from wanting more of Matt, and my perilous secret made me both nervous and wet. After I came, I felt soft, warm and vanquished. Not at all like my working orgasms, which are simple, friendly -- silent.

This morning, while he was showering, I peeked under the armoire, and found, to my shame ... a handful of dust balls -- no cuff link.

In the mail was a bright red envelope without a return address -- a Snoopy card with a very Allison-like P.S.: "I hope I'm not in the doghouse for being out of touch!! You know how much our friendship means ..." She proposed Sunday coffee at Starbucks -- alone.

Nancy Chan: Diary of a Manhattan Call Girl appears in Health & Body every Monday and Thursday. + About Nancy Chan: Diary of a Manhattan Call Girl -- with links to all chapters to date. + Read the Diary from the start.

Sunday, July 18

Last night, I stayed in with Matt and watched "Splash." I couldn't help getting all teary when Madison's mermaid scales were brutally exposed, her cover entirely blown. "You're such a girl, aren't you?" he said, stroking my hair. I fell asleep in his arms, on the couch, thinking, if I were a mermaid ...

Later

Allison showed up at Starbucks, wearing Birkenstocks and a short blue gingham dress -- she said she'd been at a church service in the West Village. I complimented her on the dress and was ready to tease her about the Birkenstocks -- but her eyes filled with tears.

"Everything is wrong!" she whimpered, hurriedly groping for her dark glasses.

I obtained a stack of napkins for her and urged her to tell all at minimum volume. A few coffee drinkers were staring.

"I'm addicted to this -- this thing -- and so are you," she sputtered. "And men like Jack are part of the problem."

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