“Can I come in?” I ask. “No.” My belly drops. “No?” He shakes his head. “No.” “Please.” He shakes his head again, but he’s looking a little chagrined. “You should go.” “I’m not leaving.” He shrugs. “Fine. Suit yourself.” He… — Tammy Falkner Copy Share Image
“Those boys are like my family. When I didn’t have anyone, they were there.” There’s a story here, and I really want to know… — Tammy Falkner Copy Share Image
“She brushes a lock of hair back from her face and winces when she tugs through a snag. “Oh, my gosh. I must look… — Tammy Falkner Copy Share Image
“When we’re both sated, he covers my belly with the flat of his hand. “I thought I was happy, with there being just the… — Tammy Falkner Copy Share Image
“Every woman is someone’s daughter. Someone at home loves her. And you devalue her and every other female by referring to women as bitches… — Tammy Falkner Copy Share Image
“I should have seen it. All the signs were there.” He flips me onto my back, yanking my pajama top over my head during… — Tammy Falkner Copy Share Image
“I get in the car and go to complex A, and look for room 23, and then I knock on the door. The door… — Tammy Falkner Copy Share Image
“I’m not usually this emotional,” I say. He shrugs. “All women say that. It usually precedes an episode of batshit craziness.” — Tammy Falkner Copy Share Image
“Excuse me,” I call to his retreating back. I sound like I swallowed Kermit, so I clear my throat. “Excuse me,” I call again.… — Tammy Falkner Copy Share Image
“It was so much easier lusting after Friday when I thought she liked to eat pussy as much as I do.” — Tammy Falkner Copy Share Image
“How was your day?” he asks between kisses. His cold hands slip beneath my shirt and I hiss and draw back, but he just… — Tammy Falkner Copy Share Image
“The first thing you have to remember is that you can’t fight with a woman unless what you’re fighting about is worth it. You… — Tammy Falkner Copy Share Image
