“Just because you can’t handle a ten has no bearing on my endurance. I’ll be fine.” “I am a woman. Two weeks ago, I had cramps so bad I had to lie down on the floor of the public restroom at the mechanic’s garage. And then I had to get back up and go do my job for eight hours. I was born to handle a ten.” “You two aren’t saying mean things, but your tones are getting kinda snippy,” Waylay warned. “Take me to a ten,” I ordered.
