His most recent relationship had been with a pre-op f-m sex change, but Yaron grew bored and ended it.
He smirked as he signed the form for an inspection of my prostate.
He sends me an email, ‘Since im back idont find myself here and cant wait to be back there.’ I know what he means.
She uses French butter to make croissants, and pulls a face at the idea of Israeli butter. Less fat, she tells me.
Elli leaned closer, his face serious, and told me something surprising. At least, I was taken by surprise.
She looks behind her, as if to remind everyone of something, and flicks her hair, like a pony flicks its mane.