Deep End: Gee, Molly, where’d you get that bruise?
Me: This time it was a taxi.
Deep End: You really do need to learn to be more careful.
"Geez, Mol," said Deep End, “it looks like you were hit by a bus.”
"Uh-huh," I said, poking him in the chest, "a bus."
My post-sex camp bruises from another angle.
I’m sorry but this is the prettiest discoloring of flesh I have ever seen.
I’ve joked that I want to get some of my bruises tattooed. Now I realize that might actually be possible.