“She grabs my arm and lifts it toward her face, studying my tattoo, running her fingers over it. “It’s not scratch and sniff, sweetheart.” “What is it?” I lean close to her and whisper, “It’s a tattoo.” She scoffs. “I… — 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 like I’ve been tumbled in a dryer, right? Is it bad?” She starts to sweep through her hair and her hand sticks in another knot. “You wouldn’t happen to have a brush, would you? Crap,” she… — Tammy Falkner Copy Share
“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 two of us,” he says. “But three is even better.” He looks into my eyes. “What do you think? Boy or girl?” “I have names already picked out for both,” I tell him. He laughs. “So… — Tammy Falkner Copy Share
“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 and hos.” I’m from the neighborhood. I could spout off a lot coarser words than they could probably imagine. But they get the idea. “The girl you’re with is someone’s daughter. You have to remember that… — Tammy Falkner Copy Share
“I should have seen it. All the signs were there.” He flips me onto my back, yanking my pajama top over my head during my fall. I cross my arms over my naked breasts. He pulls them back, looking down at me. “Your body has been changing. I noticed. Your boobs are bigger. And your nipples are harder and more… — Tammy Falkner Copy Share
“I get in the car and go to complex A, and look for room 23, and then I knock on the door. The door opens, but it’s not Madison. It’s someone else. I hold the flowers I brought for her in my hand and fidget. “Hi, is Madison here?” “Nope,” she says and she smacks her gum. “Nope?” I repeat… — Tammy Falkner Copy Share
“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. I run to catch up with him and tug on his backpack. He looks back over his shoulder, but then he keeps right on walking. “Wait!” I say, trying to keep up. “Damn it, would you… — Tammy Falkner Copy Share
“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
