Cash shrugged his shoulders at Ford. His flush was glowing steady and would not go away, so he took another big gulp of liquor. His embarrassment didn't dissipate, but he felt more capable of offering advice with every sip of gin he consumed. "Kind of," he said, "In some ways."

It was hard to explain. He sometimes felt so disconnected from sex with Adrienne that he really was not qualified for this. But he was also sure that if Ford had anyone else to ask, he would ask them.

"Their — breasts," Cash said; the flush had expanded to his neck. "Are more sensitive."