" No sex?" He looked at me in disbelief. " Well if you can't have ze sex, what can you do?" For the sake of simplicity I took my left arm and lined it up just under my collarbones. " Nothing below here," I said. I took my right arm and lined it up to my knees. " Nothing above here." " What about your armpit?" he asked. " Can your boyfriend do anything he wants to your armpit?" I thought about it. Armpits seemed pretty harmless. " Yeah," I said optimistically. " My boyfriend can do anything he wants to my armpit." " This is good," the Frenchman said. " He can stick his penis in and out of your armpit, and if you grow hair there it is almost like vagine." Is it too late to change my answer? I wondered, pulling a cardigan over my bare shoulders and covering any hint of an invitation. "