I gotta give it up to her. She was right about more than just the thrill of being self-sufficient and the boost to your self-esteem when you learn to stand on your own two feet. Sex, when your ass is less than perfect, and your thighs cramp at the mere mention of the position doggy style, can still be awesome. In fact, now that I’ve sort of adjusted to dim lighting—very dim—okay, really dim, it’s begun to rock my socks off. It almost beats getting my own place to live. Wait. No it doesn’t. Making love on Nikos’s bed, couch, sunken tub, shower, wherever, beats sex at my new place on a cold tiled floor where if we move an inch in the wrong direction, we’ll end up having to call the paramedics. But it’s a real close second. Nikos dumped a small box on Frankie’s kitchen counter, Kiki under his arm, gazing lovingly at him, while Gail arranged her cutlery drawer. A drawer that held nothing more than three forks and one large serving spoon, but they were hers and they were in her drawer, in her studio apartment.
