Rebecca cringed again, pondering the nature of the hopelessly androgynous. Oh dear I thought Franklin was its first name. Libby gave her mother the most biting look in her entire repertoire of biting glances. She's no lesbian, mum, she's a fucking dyke. I can see the repressed lust in her eyes when I step inside her office.
Lesbians are as easily distracted as boys.
Dykes don't even consciously think about sex until they knock out some poor girl with Rohypnol or something and start grinding. And lesbians aren't so bad. You'll understand some day. She was always nice to you. I thought she only came over here when Dad was gone because you were scared to sleep alone.