The Scarlet Letter Society. Mary T. McCarthy

      “I’m getting too old for this shit,” said Maggie.

      “What shit, baby?” asked Wes.

      “My hip joints were killing me for days after my little stairwell romp with Ted,” she said. “And starting another fling is making me wonder what the hell is going on with me.”

      “Oooooh, yeah, what’s the latest with you and Dr. Feelgood?”

      “I haven’t told anyone but you that the professor is a woman! We’ve seen each other a few times. I really like her. I positively get the whole girl thing now; it’s a totally different world sexually. I mean, I don’t think I’m a lesbian, because at the end of the day, seriously, just give me a dick.”

      “Word!” said Wes.

      “It’s almost like finding a new best girlfriend that you’re just more intimate with,” said Maggie. “I have generally never felt very close to other women. I hate cliques and all that, so the idea of having a single best girlfriend is something I’ve always wished I had. Kate is filling a void that I guess I’ve always had and didn’t even realize.”

      “Sounds like you sure are getting your void filled, honey. And awww. How cute are you girls? Painting each other’s toenails, watching Heathers together, and sucking each other’s tits.”

      Maggie sighed. “It’s not like that, exactly. Although I do have to say after a lifetime of wondering what it would be like to be with a girl, I can say it’s much easier than I imagined. Everything just happens sorta naturally. Girls are softer. Their hair is so soft! Everyone must use better conditioner than I do. And the curves…wow. It’s far different than a guy.”