Triple Sec

by T.J. Alexander

This woman was clearly sent from some alternate dimension specifically to torment unsuspecting lesbians who were just trying to get through a damn shift.

Mel loathed the idea of love, of course, but she did subscribe to the idea of chemistry. Some bodies were drawn to each other. That was science, that was gravity, that was stars and planets and space trash.

First dates were the worst. It was like having a job interview where you were also expected to be hot.

What was the etiquette for your ex-wife meeting your polycule? Miss Manners never covered shit like this.