Top Secret

by Sarina Bowen

“We’re not best friends or anything.” The denial burns my throat. Except we’re really not friends. I merely let him fuck me last night.

“You’re a yellow lab.” “I’m…what?” “A dog. A big, happy dog chasing Frisbees on the beach with his pals. You’re a pack animal.” I snort. “And you’re…a pit bull?” “Not even. I’m a tomcat in the alley,” he says. “Just passing through. No collar. Not very friendly. No good at catching Frisbees…”