Tag, I'm it!

Normally I don't respond when people tag me, but I had this really cool old Polaroid of the Determined Dilettante hanging around, so when she tagged me, I figured I'd go for it—plus, this one doesn't require me to reveal any secrets, because I don't have any left.

Here are the rules:
1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people, and acknowledge who tagged you.

1. Dirty Girls, Erotica for Women.
2. Oooh, it's a story by Tenille Brown
3. Um, okay, found it. 
4. "And Doll rested her head on her pillow and obliged, sending her hands and fingers where they were instructed to go, speaking to Manuel in whispers, reaching her peak in groans until she was spent and Manuel's soft voice sang her to sleep.

She felt the water when it hit her feet, soaked through her shoes, and pooled at her feet. The pitcher shook in her hand until she could no longer hold it stead, and it slipped from her fingers and hit the concrete floor.

5. RKB (for obvious reasons), Michael Gonzales (because he finally updated his damned blog), Audacia (because she's probably reading something filthy), Tracey (just because), and I Am Not Star Jones (because I also get excited when the subway goes outdoors).

Comments

[Michael A. Gonzales]

what? i don't understand...does this have something to do with 1988?

[Judy McChainLetterMailer]

Remember how you used to get chain letters, threatening that you would die if you didn't make five copies and send it on? This is like that.

[tracey]

I was all pissy when you tagged me. Now, I have to admit it was fun. If I had to get blog cooties from anyone, it is nice that it was you.