"You know, it's funny, Sarah," Nikki said a few days later, "the way you thought there was something between Steven and me." They had taken some sandwiches to campus for a picnic and had decided to sit at the fountains in front of the library. Across Circle Drive stood the old clock tower constructed back in the WPA days of the 1930s, while ahead, beneath the shallow tree-lined hill upon which the library sat, lay the botanical gardens. Nikki unwrapped her sandwich and set it beside her on the concrete rim of the fountain.
"I don't know as it's such an odd thought," Sarah retorted evenly. "You are an awfully cute number. If I were a guy, I know I'd want to get into your pussy."
"I've discovered," smiled Nikki, "that you'd like to get into my p***y regardless of your gender.
