Carla
Toni Stevens
Inside:
Carla Manning paced the empty and quiet apartment, her eyes darting to the wall clock incessantly. She puffed on a filter cigarette in an agitated manner, her slender hands occasionally brushing back her loose black hair. It was close to midnight and yet sleep was unthinkable as long as she was alone in the apartment and had to endure depression alternating with unrest.
I’ll bet she’s kissing him right now, Carla thought, standing by the window and hugging her arms to her small firm breasts. Parked on some dark street, probably necking like two high-school kids. She’s doubtless even allowing him to pet her, and he’s asking her to move into the back seat where they can have more room.
Carla shuddered and frowned, touching her forehead to the cool glass of the window. What’s the matter with me, she thought. Why on earth should it matter so to me what she does? Why does it make me feel sick inside just to think of her letting a man put his hands on her body? Why do I become so upset when she goes out on a date? Why do I worry so about her?
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Details
| Genre | Pulp |
| Publication Date | 1965 |
| Publisher | Softcover Library |
| Format | Mass Market Paperback |
| Notes | Soft Cover Library S95286 |
| Language | English |
| Rating | NotRated |
| Subject | Butch and femme (Lesbianism); Fiction; Lesbians; Sexuality |
| BookID | 1753 |
