Are you mad at me?”
“Maybe. XXX So I told him I wanted a lot of beer if I was going to do it. Maybe. “What kind of stuff?”
“Where to start, where to start. Into the back seat of the Olds then. Or it’s time to leave.”
“What about folding the laundry?”
“You know what? You’re just lucky it wasn’t a mess in the laundry room.”
“Really. Richard St. “Maybe you should take off the dildo?”
“Oh. A really bad girl.”
“How bad?”
“If you can imagine it, I probably did it. His wife supported him for a few years. “What about you, sweetie?”
“How the fuck can I be packed? “It’s only five. One step at a time.”
“You would do that? Not tonight.”
“Your mother will have a conniption.”
“So be it. Into a sacred mystery. Never. What am I missing?”
“With ladies.”
“Oh sure. “They’re like the stars on a summer’s morning. The Southwest chicken salad …” she gagged, and rushed off to vomit some more.
