“Stupid son of a—” “Hey, I’m sure the machine’s mama was a nice lady.” My head drops back. I clench my teeth together and count to ten in my head. Don’t bash his head in. It ain’t worth the wrench. “You know, likes a tumble, always wet.” I up my counting to twenty. Shouldn’t have left my pistol in my room. “Plus, she could probably take a real big lo—”
