The Accidental Virgin

291 Pages·2016·1.58 MB·English

by  Frankel Valerie

The
Accidental
Virgin
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Valerie Frankel

Dedicated to
Stephen Quint:
Dry spell breaker;
Magic spell binder.
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Contents
Dedicated to...
Chapter One
Stacy Temple, 32, redheaded and pink of...
Chapter Two
Stacy was 20 minutes late to the screening.
Chapter Three
In her three-year relationship with Brian...
Chapter Four
“My mother is a slut,” said Tom Strumph.
Chapter Five
Stacy’s mental shift—from never thinking...
Chapter Six
The outstretched arms on Stacy Temple’s...
Chapter Seven
On no sleep, heels were out of the question.
Chapter Eight
Two women, both lovely and young,...
Chapter Nine
By the time Stacy returned to work, she...
Chapter Ten
The coque au vin was delicious. For an appetizer,...
Chapter Eleven
The sun was singing. Birds were shining.
Chapter Twelve
“Shall I lie down?” asked Stacy. She and...
Chapter Thirteen
Stacy arrived first. She knew the restaurant...
Chapter Fourteen
Stacy had knocked on Vampire Boy’s door...
Chapter Fifteen
“I have you in pen,” said Fiona Chardonnay...
Chapter Sixteen
Fiona was disappointed and hurt. In her...
Chapter Seventeen
Stacy lugged the portable Hibachi, a bag of...
Chapter Eighteen
Sitting on the edge of her unused bed,...
Chapter Nineteen
As soon as she hit the pavement outside,...
Chapter Twenty
Stacy Temple, 32, red of head, pink of...
About the Author
Also by Valerie Frankel
Credits
Cover
Copyright
About the Publisher

Chapter One
Monday morning
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tacy Temple, 32, redheaded and pink of
cheek, the very picture of health, if not hap-
piness, lifted the pointed chin of her heart-shaped face
and said, “Suicide on a roll.”
She’d been waiting on line at the deli for over ten
minutes, and had managed to apply full makeup and
read up to page six of the New York Post before placing
her order.
“Butter, too?” asked the man in the apron behind
the chrome counter.
“No, thanks,” she said, turning the page of her
paper.
“Oh, go ahead,” said the deli man. “Two fried eggs
with bacon and cheese on a roll? Why not add some
butter to lube up your digestion?”
Stacy had been coming to this hole-in-the-wall
greasy spoon, crammed between two fifty-story silver
towers on Park Avenue, for her weekday breakfasts for
over a year. Never once had her conversation with the