My gran had always told me that a woman--any woman worth her salt--could do whatever she had to.

My gran had always told me that a woman--any woman worth her salt--could do whatever she had to.

all my bounce has gone flat, like soda with the top left off.

We followed the bondage Bobbsey Twins across the crowded dance floor. Those leather shorts were an adventure from behind, let me tell you. And the pictures of Elvis decorating the walls were an education, too. It wasn’t often you ran into a bondage/Elvis/ whorehouse-themed vampire club.

We might be on the same page, but I wasn't happy about reading it.

I freely admit I know nothing about television or writing for the screen.

I wish," I said. "I could save orgasms in a jar for when I need them, because I think I have a few extra.