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Peter to Austin:"Hard-ons don't make you think less. They make you think stupid. Which makes me think you must have one 24/7.Dani Alexander
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Gay sex, one. Straight sex, zeroDani Alexander
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Hard-ons don't make you think less. They make you think stupid.Dani Alexander
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Out of curiosity, when do I grow up and become a fullfledgedman with a penis?”“ When words like ‘hump day’ don’t make you giggle like atwelve-year-old, ” he retorted, blowing smoke my way.“ Wow, that long?Dani Alexander
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When I was in eighth grade, I used a self-timing camera to take nude pictures of myself in various stages of erection. I then exchanged my biology teacher’s slides with the images. The teacher, in a state of panic, kept rapidly pressing the ‘next’ button. It was like a pornographic flip-book. That was the last straw in a very heavy pile of straws. I was expelled, and I ended up transferring mid-year from boarding school to a public school near home.Dani Alexander
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I had one friend with same-sex orientation, and Dana hadn't spoken to me since I asked her to describe her honeymoon in graphic detail–and then made vibrator noises.Dani Alexander
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People aren't always who they seem, Detective. Am I anything like you thought?"" No, " I admitted. You're a million times better than I could have imagined.Dani Alexander
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Tell me something good about your life, " I whispered, needing to hear that he wasn't as broken as I thought him to be. Peter breathed into the handset for about two minutes. I began wondering if he was about to hang up, or had fallen asleep, when he answered. "You." It was so quiet I almost didn't hear it. And then he hung up before I could ask him to repeat himself. I fell asleep, grinning, with the phone still clutched in my hand and my milk souring on the coffee table.Dani Alexander
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Whiskey, glass, pour, toss back, glare. Repeat. “Cop out, ” I slurred in retaliation, pointing the empty glass at Peter.“Don’t get drunk. Fuck. I need you sober, ” he yelled, snatching the glass out of my hand.“ There’s the problem right there. You need me sober. You need my help. You need something from me.” I laughed, tossing the bottle on the sofa, ignoring the glug glug glug as it emptied over my cushions. “And I just need you.”“ Need me to what?” He asked with a huff, tipping the bottle right-side up.“ Nothing. I just need you, ” I whispered and flopped into a nearby recliner. .Dani Alexander