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My regular readers know that I view this column—my life's work—as a sacred pact with my readers. People bring me their problems, seeking my assistance and insight, and I take that responsibility very seriously. But that doesn't stop me from occasionally auctioning off the right to give advice in this space to the highest bidder, and letting that person—whomever the hell it might be—dig through my e-mail inbox and answer a few questions.

Meet Cara McDermott, a 28-year-old who works on public-health projects in Seattle, Washington. A Savage Love reader for more than a decade, Cara was the winning bidder in an auction that benefited a worthy charity: the anti-hunger agency Northwest Harvest. Cara is a ginger-haired looker with a fiancé from Amish country in Pennsylvania, and her future father-in-law is a big fan of the word "santorum," which is apparently on everyone's lips in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Cara tells me she's GGG, and her fiancé Scott backs her up on that. Friends often come to Cara for advice—which is how I got started in this dirty bidness—and she believes, as I do, that cheating is permissible under certain circumstances and that oral sex comes standard. Here's Cara's advice for you, NS:

"I understand where you're coming from," says Cara. "I'm a former smoker myself who has worked with cancer patients and it's depressing to see what might be in store for your girlfriend. However, I also know that when I was a smoker, naggers like you bugged the shit out of me. If you don't want to be around secondhand smoke, then it's a fair request of your girlfriend that she not smoke in the house. If she smells like cigarettes, then suggest that she shower before bed. Most importantly, drop the nagging. I bet that once you bug your girlfriend less about her smoking, all of a sudden she might find the will to quit."

Cara may have purchased the right to give advice in this column but I never—never—auction off the right to the last word: Sorry, Cara, but smoking outside and/or taking showers doesn't really mask a smoker's all-body stench. If a smoker's stench doesn't bother you, then fuck smokers. But if it does bother you, NS, you're going to have to dump the girlfriend.

My wife and I decided it would be okay for her to fuck other guys. It turns me on to think of her getting pounded while I'm at work. I've always wanted for her to sit her freshly fucked pussy on my face and let the other guy's cum run out into my mouth. Given the health risks to both of us, this fantasy has to be left in the DON'T DO IT, JUST THINK ABOUT IT (DDI-JTAI) file. Recently we tossed around the idea of pouring contents of a used condom into her pussy the day after it was filled. The AIDS virus only lives about 5 minutes out of the body, so there's no risk there. My question is what are the other health risks we could be exposed to?

Day-Old-Spunk Eater

"Dan may disagree with me," says Cara, "but I have to say that this fantasy should stay in the DDI-JTAI file, DOSE. While you don't have to worry about the AIDS virus, you should think a lot about hepatitis. You don't have a guarantee that there is no blood mixed with the spunk—rare, but I feel I have to say it—and you don't have a guarantee that there's no fecal matter mixed in there (either through dirty hands or anal play). According to the CDC website, hep A can live outside the body for months, hep B can live outside the body for seven days and transmit infection, and hep C can last for anywhere from 16 hours to four days outside the body. You can get shots for hep A and hep B, but there's nada available for hep C. Take the risk and maybe you fry your liver, maybe not."