" It couldn’t possibly be a good idea to touch him, she told herself as she eyed the proffered hand. Not when the summer night got more sultry and the red high heels started to tango and the saxophones began murmuring “I Got You Under My Skin,” which sounded way too much like “I Got You In My Orifice. "

― Elizabeth Bevarly , Just Like a Man (OPUS #0.5)