The work week flew by. Emmerson treated her patients alongside Hannah, her favourite cousin and top dental assistant. Hannah chatted non-stop about her upcoming wedding and Emmerson was genuinely happy to hear her cousin in such good spirits. Hannah didn't have the best track record with guys; she'd picked some real losers over the years. But Jeff was a total keeper.

Patients gurgled and murmured comments in response to Hannah's descriptions of the floral arrangements, center pieces and Tahiti-planned honeymoon. Her mood was contagious and all the staff in the office wanted to share in the good vibes.

On Thursday, Jeff swept into the office at lunch to bring all the staff cupcake samples of the massive wedding cake he was overseeing the creation of. Emmerson had never seen a groom so involved in the wedding planning.

"Hey, hey future 'cuz," he exclaimed pulling her into a giant bear hug. "How are the party plans coming?!"

Emmerson put on her biggest, most confident smile and reassured him the Jack and Jill night plans were well in hand. Mainly because she had hired an event planner to help behind the scenes. Emmerson sucked at planning parties and with her schedule she could never do any of the organizing during regular business hours, so she simply hired someone to help her do it.

"Right on! I'm so stoked!" Jeff jumped in the air and did some kind of end zone victory dance. "You're sure you've invited all my boys?"

"If they were on the list, they got the invite," Emmerson replied, silently making a note to herself to ask the event planner to re-crosscheck the emails and texts Jeff had sent to make sure she didn't miss anyone.

Jeff planted a big smooch on Hannah's lips, and a peck on Emmerson's cheek before dashing off into the sunshine.

"Dr. Green, we have got to hook you up. You need a little bit of that," Hannah said dreamily watching her fiancé swagger away.

"Oh, don't worry about me, I'll be fine," Emmerson said laughing, again replaying her encounter with Donovan in her head.

Hannah leapt back and looked at Emmerson aghast. "Emmerson Green! I know that laugh and that look! What have you done?!"

Emmerson smirked at her cousin and blushed.

"Come on Hannah, we've got patients waiting," she said smiling coyly.

Emmerson could tell Hannah was bursting at the seams with curiosity the rest of the afternoon. She kept trying to get Emmerson's secret out of her, but there was no way Emmerson would budge in front of her patients.

There was a little hole in the wall drinking establishment Just up the street from Emmerson's practice, aptly called, My Apartment. Hannah practically force-marched Emmerson there at the end of the day.

"Ok, spill it missy!" she ordered as soon as their drinks arrived.

Emmerson swirled her gin and tonic, listening to the comforting sound of the ice cubes clinking against the glass before taking a big swig. The liquor warmed her throat as she tried to by herself more time. Her cousin wasn't a prude. But Emmerson wasn't sure how her cousin would react.

The dramatic pause Emmerson took while contemplating how to frame the story was causing Hannah to literally squirm in her seat

"Did you know that the names of all of the men I've slept with up until this point fall into alphabetical order?"

Hannah huffed. "Well considering there have only been three it's not that surprising."

Emmerson took another gulp of her drink and shook her head at her cousin, "Nope. Not anymore."

Hannah lurched forward in her seat, almost spilling her drink.

"I knew it! I knew something was up! That look!" she exclaimed pointing at Emmerson and smiling. "Ok, so who was it and when?!"

"Well, it was at your bridal shower."

Hannah frowned as she tried to remember which men had been there. It was mainly horny women.

"Oh, the stripper! Ooh, you are so much more adventurous than I ever imagined!" She bellowed so loudly, people at nearby tables turned to stare, and Hannah clomped her hand over her mouth giggling.

Emmerson, smirking slightly, shook her head. She could see the wheels turning as her cousin tried to remember who else had been at the party.

"The only other person I can remember is that hot waiter..." she trailed off.

Emmerson leaned back in the chair and gave her cousin a self-satisfied grin.

"Oh my gawd! It was him?! Are you going to see him again? And where the hell did you do it?"

"I'm not sure you can handle my answers dear darling, innocent cousin."

Hannah just gave her a look that said, spill.

"I'm not going to see him again. It was a one-time thing. And it was in the bathroom."

Hannah almost fell off her chair.

"How the heck do you do it in the bathroom?!" She exclaimed, again a little too loud, drawing more stares.

"Would you simmer down a bit girl," Emmerson chided. "I will tell you if you can keep your voice level down."

Hannah straightened up and sat at attention.

"You do it in the bathroom in a fucking fantastic way."

"I want to ask for details, but me and Jeff are doing this like, pre-wedding celibacy thing. And I don't know if I can handle you giving me blue labes," Hannah practically gasped. "Just maybe tell me a little bit," she said mischievously.

"First, let me say, I've never had sex in any location other than the usual, you know, conventional places like a bed, or at least a couch."

"Why does that not surprise me," Hannah scoffs.

"When he lifted me bare assed onto that cold countertop, it was a bit of a shock a first, but then his head was between my legs and I pretty much just floated away."

Hannah nodded, wide-eyed and about to drain another drink.

"It just felt so freeing. I was totally exposed. I mean, anyone of you could have overheard us. We were not quiet. I think that was part of what made it so exciting and sexy, the idea that we could be caught."

Emmerson didn't give her the complete blow-by-blow, but she did give enough details that Hannah's cheeks started to flush a healthy pink. And it was enough that Emmerson started to get wet and tingly between the legs.

"So, he was 'D' which means my next conquest will be a guy with the letter 'E'. And get this. I ran into Ezra Goldstein! He would make a fantastic addition to my alphabet."

"Is he still as gorgeous?" Hannah asked before begging Emmerson to stop and not answer the question. "I don't think I can take being this horny and knowing that I have to take care of business myself. Why did we have to do this stupid celibacy thing?" She said half-jokingly.

"It'll be worth it on your wedding night."

"And you're really going to go through with this 'experiment,'" Hannah used air quotes.

"Why not? What have I got to lose?" Emmerson asked.

"Well, let's see: your life for starters if one of the guys ends up being a psycho. Your clean bill of health if he has an STI. Your wallet if he's a thief." Hannah went off on a tangent listing all the horrible things that could happen to her cousin. "And how will you know when you're done? Please tell me you're not going all the way to the end of the alphabet!"

"Do you know what else could happen to me? Life could pass me right by. What the hell am I waiting for? If I want to meet someone, I've got to put myself out there and maybe this a will help me do that. And who knows, maybe I'll do the dirty alpha-bet twice," she said sticking her tongue out petulantly.

"Ha ha, cute. I see what you did there. Very clever, an alpha-bet. Ok chiquita, if this is what you desire, I'm behind you all the way. Just promise me you'll be careful," she said reaching across the table to take her cousin by the hand. "Also, don't even think about asking for a threesome when you get to letter 'J', it's bad enough I have to work with your gorgeous self day in and day out, but I watching your perky pink nipples bouncing in the air while you fuck my man and your tight coochie."

They both howled with laughter, now feeling the effects of the three (or was it four?) drinks they'd tossed back.

"Aright, we'd better get out of here. You're in the homestretch for the wedding, so you need as much beauty sleep as possible," Emmerson said gently pulling her cousin up from her chair.

"Awe, you're the best to keep looking out for me. Are you sure you aren't just saying that so you can get in my pants? You don't have a 'H' yet, right."

Emmerson gently poked her cousin in the ribs. "Ok that's enough already. The truth is, I can't have my star hygienist too hungover to work tomorrow. Let's call Jeff and get him to give us a ride, shall we?"

"To your house, right? Not ours..."

"Oh my god. Get your mind out of the gutter!"