… to play the part of the pupil on her maiden voyage into the twilight world
From the back:
Rhoda stared out at the night. “What’s wrong with me, Meg?”
“Don’t you know?”
“Yes, I know,” she sighed. “I’m frigid.”
Meg smiled. “No.”
“Then what?”
Meg touched her arm, turning her from the window. “You really don’t know, do you? You poor, sweet darling …”
Rhoda frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“Perhaps this will help,” Meg murmured.
And Meg kissed her.
AS AUTHENTIC AND SENSITIVE A PORTRAIT OF LESBIAN LIFE, ITS MEMBERSHIP AND MYSTERIES, AS EVER PAINTED!!!
