"Come here, Laura." She looked unearthly as she spoke,
with her black hair tumbled, her cheeks crimson. ...They stood motionless,
so close that they touched. ...Laura shook all over. She couldn't talk
except to repeat the other girl's name over and over, as if she were
in a trance...Neither of them heard the phone ring, felt the chill of therainy night, knew of anything except each other.

Lesbian Pulp Fiction