Chapter One
ON AN AUGUST MORNING IN 1986, I stepped down the aisle to "Here
Comes the Bride" and walked the plank. Instead of a sword against my
back, prodding me to take the plunge, it was my father at my side,
gripping my elbow as I clutched a bouquet of white roses, rouged
cheeks pulled taut, a perma smile tacked across my face.
A few hours earlier, I had performed cunnilingus on one of my
bridesmaids, Cathy. On the eve of my wedding, she and I had spent
the night in Great Neck, in the house where I'd grown up, sharing my
girlhood bedroom decorated with 1970s yellow plastic furniture,
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Chorus Line posters, and hand painted ceramic cats. While Cathy was
in a sleeping bag on the cherry red shag carpeting, I tossed and
turned in my bed. At dawn, I stripped naked, slid beside her, and
parted the strawberry blond haired lips of her vagina. Lifting her
head from her pillow, she looked at me lynx eyed. "Better get i ...
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