“Then they would make love, Dapper Dan. Not fuck. No aggression. Nothing untoward, just him and her. Joined. Intimate. Slow. Sweet kisses and sensuous strokes until they are brought to climax” — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“I hadn’t touched or been touched in years. I didn’t know how to anymore. Allergic to human affection. Repulsed by the degrading feeling of… — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“To feel someone’s life drain from their body by your hands . . . bad, bad people who need to be plucked from this… — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“Your eyes remained haunted. Seeing something in the world that your mirth can not dissolve.” I” — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“I leaned into her hand. Twenty-six years old and a single touch was gonna make me blow in my jeans.” — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“I came to college to study, Cass, not to whore myself out to drunken frat boys!” She gaffawed. “Whatever, darlin’, you won’t be thinking… — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“Then I’m the first, because I want you without anything in return. Why does any human want anyone? My body recognises you as something… — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“I don't know what bothered me more: the ménage a trios invitation or the fact that Little Miss Twig had continued slowly grinding on… — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“He should hate me. I was never giving her back. I was keeping her . . . forever” — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
