Zepphora

“I didn’t think this level of devotion existed. I thought it was only possible in my fantasies, but he’s right here, staring at me like I hung the moon and created the stars.”
― Zepphora, Myers

“She walks from the vendor to the bench I’m waiting for her on. She takes a seat beside me, handing me the styrofoam cup with D.P. written on the side. Double penetration? Drug poisoning? Donkey punch? Disabled person? “You seem like a Dr. Pepper drinker,” she says before taking a sip from her cup. Oh, right. The soda.”
― Zepphora, Myers