Chapter 1732 The Girl Who Gave A F*Ck:>Ep3

• "Yes, please. Not Jane Austen. Not Harlequin Romance. I want the fucking raw version, with heavy breathing and stiff nipples, with hard cocks and dripping pussies and sweat and stink and all of that. I'm not some dainty flower, Dan, I can take it. Repressed can be hot, but especially for the mood I'm in now, raw can be hot too. Just tell it like it was. I want you to make me feel it. Give it to me as raw as you can, please."
• I didn't quite know where this was coming from, but somehow it fit with the Suzanne I'd seen. She wasn't a dainty flower. She wasn't shy. She always seemed very real, earthy, very alive.
• "OK Suzanne. I'm not used to talking about this stuff, not to anyone, ever, so I'm not sure how this is going to go, but for you I'll try. To be honest, the fact that it's Valentine's Day kind of tipped it for me. As it turns out I do have a very vivid memory of making love with Brenda on Valentine's Day. Nope, it wasn't our wedding night. That was great, of course, but the time I really remember was a year later on our first anniversary."