Chapter Seven
“You what!” Robin exclaimed. “I had s*x with a black woman at the club. She used a riding crop on my ass.” For some inexplicable reason, Leslie had to tell Robin about the s*x before she even mentioned her discoveries at Sapphos. It was the next morning, and the two were eating a cheese Danish, getting crumbs all over the desk in the small office they shared.
“And you were worried about me getting distracted! Do I have to go back and ask the questions?” Robin said, wiping her face and taking a long drink of coffee.
“No, I found out plenty,” Leslie replied.
“Like what?” Robin wanted proof, apparently content for the moment to dismiss Leslie’s astounding personal admission.
“Like Jane dominating Felicia,” Leslie said, rather proud of the revelation.
“What?”
“They
