I remember being high as a kite the next day, though my ass was so f*****g blistered I didn’t want to sit. That made Corey laugh. But when I hold him of my orgasmic feast with Rocket he scowled.
“I give you too much, and you take more than you’re worth,” his comment. I could see by the way he was suddenly fuming that we were closing the book on my night with his drummer and probably my indulgence in free love.
***
“Hey, b***h, what’d you do to him?” Nan asked me later that day.
“What?”
“What did you do to Corey?” She barked at me angrily as though I should understand. I got the feeling the woman was his mother not his lover, the way she had a need to worry over his complex state of mind.
“I did nothing to Corey,” I shot back, though with hardly the vehemence she used on me.
“You
