"Spread her legs wide. Rest them on your shoulders."
That's the first thing I said when my ex called to brag about his new girlfriend.
He went quiet. "...Excuse me?"
"You called to tell me you finally figured it out," I said, curling up on the couch with my wine. "So go on. Take notes."
He'd opened the call so pleased with himself. She loves what I do. I finally know how to take care of a woman. Eighteen months together, and he'd found the manual after I left.