The full moon symbol on my calendar no longer seemed to be a period marking the end of something, but just another way of counting time.
It was one of God's jokes that such a dumb mind had been put in such an eloquent body.
I wish," I said. "I could save orgasms in a jar for when I need them, because I think I have a few extra.
Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eying us side by side in the mirror.
"Sure is, girlfriend." Eric grinned at me.
My gran had always told me that a woman-any woman worth her salt-could do whatever she had to.