I rolled my eyes. “That’s not what I meant.” Her sex-kitten look faltered. “It . . . it isn’t?” She frowned at me, eyes scanning me again, reassessing me. “Is it . . . are you . . . ?” “No,” I said. “I’m not gay. But I’m not buying what you’re selling. You haven’t even told me your name, but you’re willing to spread your legs for me? No, thanks. Hell’s bells, haven’t you ever heard of AIDS? Herpes?” Her face went white, and she pressed her lips together until they were white, too. “All right, then,” she said. “What do you want from me?”
I have no words. This was written and published.
