What happens after “His Banana”? Technically, it would be me. Before you think I'm some kind of whore, Let me explain everything... RAY I didn't have time for a relationship, especially with someone like Miles Chamberson. But given my circumstances, I didn't really have a choice. Yes, he was one of those offspring that could only be produced by generations of exceptionally attractive people. Practically oozing with so much perfection you could choke on it. On the other hand, I was almost sure that he was definitely crazy. Within minutes of meeting him, he was posing nude as a model for my clay sculpture class in a failed attempt to open up to me. So when he handed me the banana, it was almost normal in comparison. And after his banana ended up in my mouth, well... I wish I could say that was the end of the Miles Chamberson-me saga. MILES I like to start every potential relationship with a weirdly phallic, edible object. Why, you ask? It's simple. Observe any woman with a suggestive object and prepare to discover the secrets of the female psyche. Does she approve with a little mysterious smile? Nymphomaniac. Would she pull back only to guiltily grab him a moment later? Cautious, but wild once it opens. She throws it back at your head, hitting you in the forehead with a precise throw that gives you a concussion for two weeks? Softball player. Or does she take it and eat it, inch by inch? Putting that bad boy in your mouth and enjoying every moment of it? If she does, you have a winner. But I decided that enough was enough. This is the last time I offer my banana to a stranger. Who knew this last girl would be one glaring problem. Our sense of purpose had a difficult past. And now my old man, Bruce Chamberson, says there's only one way for me to earn my rightful place in the family business. I have to show him that I can stick to something “for once.” Luckily for me, I have exactly the right girl in mind.