Chapter 9

• Her frank language brought the blood rushing to my face again and she barked out a laugh.
• “Life is too short to use euphemisms or skirt around the issue. I like women. I like their lips, their hair, their eyes. The way they walk and talk and think. Their hips. Their brains. Their hands. Just them. Men, I’ve tried. I’ve had some great lovers that were men, and some tremendous orgasms. In the end, however, it’s women for me.”
• “I don’t know what I’m doing here,” I finally whispered.