The woman was a walking G-spot, with a prominent, thick clit that set her on fire whenever I manipulated it directly. “I’m afraid it isn’t.”
Turning to look at the funeral attendees in the distance, I sighed in frustration, ran my fingers through my hair, and glared back at Henry. His very Presbyterian parents were estranged because of his lifestyle choices, and he’d been an only child. “What?” Erin asked. She wants to play golf this afternoon.”
“I hear golf is pretty popular in Norway,” Erin said, looking out the window. “Make no mistake,” he said, pulling one hand out of his pocket and raising it in a placating gesture. “Fuck Roger VanCamp,” I said. She was cool, sexy, slutty, classy, and a pure soul who wanted to date me while letting me fuck other women.
