CHAPTER SEVEN
Hope Latham was blonde, twenty-four, with full, no-sag breasts, a flat belly, and legs that seemed to go on forever. Until she met Celeste Harper and fell madly in love with her, she had been a model. When she moved in with Celeste, she gave it up. It was nice to do as she pleased and not have to strap her t**s down anymore to work the runway or a photo session.
It was also nice to love and be loved totally in return. And even with all the f*****g around she knew Celeste did on the side, Hope knew that the woman really loved her. They both had one wonderful thing in common -- they hated and feared men. And neither one of them had ever submitted to a man's ugly, violent c**k.
As she dried herself with a towel, she heard the front door slam and then the phone ring. Then she
