the candles are lit and the clothes on the floor.

the twenty-second

Oh, thank God. Mr. Flutie got off the couch. And Marcus and i finally fucked.

Would you prefer a prettier phase, like made sweet love? Well, that's not what we did. Marcus might argue that we're in love, so we're always making love-even when we're just plain ol'-fashioned fucking. Yes, even with my limited experience, i know there's a difference. And if you don't know what it is, well, i feel sorry for you.

pg. 31.