Woman Who Went to Bed... again

Last night on the train, my second chunk of reading of this book included a clitoris. I was sitting next to a woman with extremely short hair, hoping that she wouldn't notice. I was going to give you a page number, but I couldn't find the clitoris...

This morning my SO asked why I was reading this book. She'd been rummaging in my bag for a lunch box. Well, (a) I thought it might be amusing, and (b) no privacy?

Then on the train again, another clitoris, and I actually laughed out loud on the train over a gag about a hair brush.

Heh - lunch box. I'm a stranger to maturity.