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16 pages, Audio CD
First published September 30, 2000
“Are you saying you don’t trust yourself not to . . .� I searched for a word, but had to settle for, “rape me?�
He nodded.
I laughed, I couldn’t help it. “Frost, forgive me, but you can’t rape the willing.�
He pounded himself into me, as if he were trying to force his way not just into my body but through and out the other side.
"I leaned my back against the windows and the thick, hanging smog. The day was as grey as my boss, but his color was a cool, crisp grey, like clouds before a spring rain. What lay outside the window felt heavy and thick like something you would try to swallow, but you’d never get it down. It was a day to choke on, or maybe it was just my mood."