About a Girl

knuckles against my forehead. ‘And I think if a man that hot was coming on to me – and make no mistake about it, Vanessa, he was coming on to you at dinner on Monday night; I was there, I saw – then I think someone would have to hit me with a truck to stop me sleeping with him.’

He was barely taller than me.

bikinis, two swimming costumes

denim cutoffs that had previously lived life as my ‘painting jeans’.

you never knew how strong you were until you had to find out.