Sorry, you're on the ride now, and there's no getting off in the middle.

Oh, the humanity.... It was a wonder Rhage hadn't blinded himself with all that pop culture.

I miss you.…” He stroked the indentation of the gown where her waist would have been—should have been. “I miss you so much.

He thought about all the holes in him, the blank places, the voids where others felt things. When it came down to it, he was really just a screen, more empty than solid, his emotions blowing through him, only angry catching and holding.

In so many ways, he had wanted this his whole life—or at least ever since he’d survived his transition and had any sexual impulse at all. This moment was the culmination of countless daydreams and innumerable fantasies, his secret desire made manifest.

Her bra was cotton and white and, bless its little frickin´ heart, had a front clasp.

A book unopened alters not the ink on it's pages