How did he kill you? Aisha asked.
I don’t feel comfortable saying, said Blanche, as if there was some code about dying and telling.
The Tiffanies, on the other hand, felt very comfortable telling: strangled in bed while having sex. Like every third guy, he was into choking, so I didn’t think anything of it until I was dead.
Not such a hard way to go, muttered Aisha.
The worst part, said Human-God Tiffany, is that I never got to come.
I mean, the worst part after being dead, clarified Falcon Tiffany.
I mean, the worst part after being dead and coming back to life as a fucking jar, added Baboon Tiffany.
In death, or whatever it was, she felt perpetually horny, or not quite horny, but like she was always on the verge of something exceptional yet unachievable.