She remembered her first non-self-administered orgasm. They were lying out in the grass by the pool in their underwear, roasting in the swampy DC heat. Shane was listening to her ramble about how Carrie and The Exorcist represented the male fear of female puberty. “I secretly wanna get a period. Just once,” he said as he popped a WHORE pill on his tongue and tenderly kissed it into her mouth. “What’s up with you and horror?”
