Their second date has Banja stealing into the radio station in the middle of the night, past the sleeping security guard to the book where Jarena is on the air live, waiting for her, naked. Banja goes down on her while a jazz track plays and hundreds of thousands of fans are listening. Jarena remains…

At the office, Banja is preoccupied. She starts every time a phone rings and keeps checking hers… making sure the volume is up. Her colleagues tease her preoccupation. She tells them a family member is ill; they are so very sorry. She hesitates before saying she is just shitting them. When the text comes, Saturday…

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Banja is in admiration of the woman’s sense of self. Would she use her own new found virginity for herself or as a gift to give away. It’s an interesting question. But what if the love of her life is someone she’s already met…and lost? Apasionada is consoling, poor chicky baby! Say it’s not so……

Banja sits in a chair at Corporate Hair and Nail, her feet soaking in a whirlpool watching her second mentor, Apasionada Bloodworth, a mani-pedi technician finishing up with her last client. All the techs wear nametags with their info plus their “Joy”: some say Cooking or Singing but Apasionada’s says “Cardboard”. It makes Banja smile,…

Driving to his uptown apartment, fuzz from the decapitated dolls’ bodies starts to fly up and onto the windshield. She advises to turn on the windshield wipers. Is that her solution? Isn’t it his? His response is to gun the engine, flattening the accelerator till the car hits 120 mph. The fuzz goes flying as…

So begins their affair. Mr. Gasoline picks her up for their first date, fittingly, in a gas guzzling V12 Land Rover; it’s satin black with tinted windows looking like a bulletproofed model made for some cartel boss or Middle Eastern Sheikh. Absurdly attached to the massive chrome grill guard are two stuffed dolls, none other…

As they exit the restaurant, Banja has to ask Becky if she is still holding on to it, her new virginity that is. Becky smiles; indeed, she may be the oldest living virgin. She may never give it away; like something lost and then found that you don’t want to risk the loss of again.…

Back at tea, Becky tells Banja that after the divorce, she was set for life monetarily. Once again, it seemed ‘perfect’ – she bought a penthouse, had it decorated to perfection, jetted to Paris and Milan, where she shopped the couture houses, and had men of all ages fawning over her. And yet… It felt…

Banja wakes up to Paramedics giving her oxygen and the police removing what turns out to be a days old dead body from the car. People just avoided it and no one called it in, it seems. Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. They shrug, it’s just New York. The first of Banja’s mentors is Rebecca…