Monkette

One summer resident's friends had thrown her a “monkette” party when she left behind a lucrative career in video production

He patted the couch beside him. “Sit. Unless you want to go lie down again? The monkette and I will be fine in here.” “The monkette?” He chuckled.

She was trembling a little. Upset? Turned on? Couldn't be sure. “There's more to life than sex, obviously, but I'm not a monk, and I'm not looking to marry a ... a what? A monkette?” Sarah burst out laughing.