An exhilarating story from the author who mainstreamed lesbian pulp fiction The moment of truth...Mary Drew knelt down on the rug. She leaned forward, her mouth within an inch of Martha's. l love you, she said. I've loved you from the very moment we met. But I won't kiss you. I'm so close my lips are almost on yours, but I won't kiss you. Martha looked deeply into the other girl's eyes for a very long time. l love you, too, she said. Then hungrily they fed on each other's lips. Martha grasped Mary Drew's hand. Love me, will you? Not just kisses. Not any more.