I’ve got a little bit of unfinished business that can’t wait, so…yeah, I know, but…yeah, I know, but I…oh, go fuck yourself.”
And with that Rory hung up. I could probably sell the article to The Advocate.”
“I’ll give you more than just an interview, you tramp.”
Rory’s cell phone suddenly buzzed and she pulled away from Christine to answer it:
“Hello? Blowjob sex …yeah, yeah, I’m on my…Yes, I’m on my way, don’t leave without me…” Then Rory got a look on her face like she’d just had a very bright idea. The bouncer was gone, and so was the group of drunks. Not transsexuals, mind you, not people who used to be girls and are now guys, or guys who are getting hormone shots. “Have you ever made it with a black guy?”
“No, but it’s one of my fondest fantasies. “Don’t get me wrong,” Christine was saying, “I totally dig Hillary Clinton, and in a way I’d like to see her get the nomination even more than I do Barack.
