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around. Push your way through the crowd. You will feel her grab your elbow before you make it to the door. Let her stop you.
    She pulls you back toward the bar but keeps going. Off to the left there are more stairs leading to a deeper basement. Stone butches are playing pool and don’t you dare bump up against one or you’ll get the shit kicked out of you and not in the way you want.
    She’s getting her coat. You turn around and she slams you up against the cinder-block wall and grinds her knee between your legs. She pushes into you, squeezing you between her and the wall and it’s hard to breathe. She is sucking your mouth. Not kissing you but sucking your tongue; everything is spinning.
    â€œLet’s go,” she says, and you follow her.
    Outside she walks right by the cabs. The street is dark. There are people fucking in doorways, but she keeps walking. There’s a chain-link fence at the edge of the river. As you’re tossed against it, the sound of it shocks you, the metal rippling like a wave down the empty streets in loud crashes.
    She yanks up your shirt; her mouth is on your breasts for only a few seconds before she turns you around and shoves you
against the cold metal. She pulls at your belt and jerks your pants down to your knees. As she fumbles with you, the links in the fence pinch on your belly and your breasts. You bring your hands up and wrap your fingers tightly, clinging to the fence and letting her tug on you.
    She bites your neck; you can feel her bruising you. She wets her fingers on your cunt. One hand, then both hands move between your legs. A wet finger backs up to your ass and she slides it in, pressing against you with her hips and rocking her hand and body into you. Her other hand, her whole hand, is on your cunt. She is rubbing you off. You want her to fill you, but you have no say right now.
    You hear the sound of a car and then you’re in the headlights for a second as a cab swings a U-turn and heads off. She’s laughing. “They won’t even know what they were looking at: people fucking, yes, but girls or boys? They’ll assume boys. Girls don’t fuck on the street like this, right?”
    The thought of having been caught in the lights makes you crazy. You want to get off. You want her to get you off, but you don’t want this to end.
    She bends her knees and wraps herself around you. Still fucking you in the ass, she finally pushes her other hand into your cunt and you feel yourself open up for her immediately. More fingers move into you and still you want more. You want her inside you up to her wrist. You want her whole fucking hand inside you.
    You are hanging on the fence now, your body letting go and the muscles in your arms straining and holding you up. The cold metal fence bites into your fingers and your arms start to shake. “You’re yelling,” she says with amusement. You got lost. You got completely lost tonight. Just what you needed.
    There is no exchange of numbers or names. “I don’t want to be fucked,” she says, “but that was fun.” And then she walks away.

WOMAN-TIME
    Rebecca Lynne Fullan
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    She walked into the classroom late as usual, a tight black skirt riding halfway up her ass. She almost always wore heels, and today was no exception. Red heels so sharp and pointy you could’ve used them as pencils, if they’d been leaded. I watched her black skirt and her red heels and her brown legs and then refocused on my notebook, hunching my shoulders under their light-jacket shield. In my case, bare skin was a risk rarely worth taking.
    She was smart, too, picking up quickly where we were in the discussion and piercing the conversation with words and phrases too well chosen to annoy with their directness. This did annoy me, of course, and her toes annoyed me as she pushed one shoe off with the other foot, and her ankle annoyed me as she rubbed the arch of her