Chaotic and darkly funny, this heady brew of offbeat love story, thriller, and processing of childhood trauma will keep your eyebrows raised and your lungs gasping. It centres around Greta, a transcriber for a sex-therapist, and the affair she cultivates with one of the therapist's clients. Suicidal ideation and domestic abuse are consistent undercurrents, yet the read is fearlessly funny, and horny, at every point. Salaciously entertaining.
Greta looked up. One of the pitfalls of same-sex relationships was that you couldn't break down in public restrooms. At least, not in peace. The bitch followed you in there. You couldn't weep or talk yourself down in the mirror, or even in the stall. She entered the next stall, stood on the toilet, and observed you, as she was doing now.
"Let me in," Big Swiss said.
Greta unlatched the stall door. Big Swiss squeezed inside and straddled Greta. As always, once Greta had her hand in Big Swiss' underwear, nothing was static, everything was possible, they could do whatever they wanted. And so, they indulged in one of the benefits of same-sex relationships for twenty-five minutes.
