Jill Ramsower

“A show? Do I strike you as some kind of actor? Because I’m pretty sure you coming on my tongue and fingers was as real as it fucking gets. I told you this was more than some goddamn arrangement.”

you’re mine, and I’m yours.”

“And what did you find?” I asked, endlessly curious of his early thoughts about me.

“That if they thought you were traumatized, they didn’t know the meaning of the word.”