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1 " My sexual education had been Graham sitting my twelve-year-old self down in the kitchen with a banana, strawberry, and a big hole carved in a watermelon. He’d caught me with a nudey magazine, groaned out loud in annoyance, and told me to go to the kitchen. “You’ll be thirteen soon. It’s time you know about sex. This is your penis.” He showed me the banana. “This hole in the watermelon is the woman’s vagina.” “What’s the strawberry?” I pointed to the little solitary fruit as it lay next to the watermelon. “That’s the woman’s clitoris, but we’ll get into that later.” He rubbed his beard. “That may be too much for you right now, anyway. Too advanced. Let’s just focus on the basics. You put the banana in here, but remember, do not put it in before she gives you permission. "
― Kenya Wright , Wildfire Gospel (Santeria Habitat, #3)
2 " As a champion, I earned a lot. I had Ray bet on Nona and me to triple the money.” “That’s why you’re so rich?” “No.” He rested his gaze on me. “That’s why we’re so rich. Whatever I have you have.” “Zulu—” “We’re together.” “Yes, but I still don’t need to be taken care of.” “Our bond represents marriage. Legally, you could claim half of what I own. Officially, I give you everything "
3 " Anything green or coffee brown?” “Are you bullshitting me?” “What?” I held my hands out. “Those are my frat colors.” “Frat colors,” Graham muttered under his breath. “You’ll wear what I throw your way. You’ve been around Lanore too long, posing in the mirror like a woman, and color coordinating your outfits with other men. "
4 " I don’t care what you are. I’ll find a way through your skin. If not through your flesh, my claws will enter you another way. There are many paths to get to a man’s heart. I’ve dug my hand in other holes before.” I didn’t even want to ponder where he was going with that. I wasn’t even afraid to admit it … I might’ve clenched my own ass and stepped back at his confession. "
