She shoves her right hand out towards me, and I feel my stomach turn. Her fingers will be covered in that slimy food juice. We shake hands and now that giant head is descending towards me, the stench of anchovies arriving at the exact moment I spot slimy deposits of food lodged between her teeth. With this assault on my senses, my stomach turns again—every single part of me finds this woman repulsive. And I’m speaking as someone who once sliced open a flasher and unraveled his small intestine, just to see how long it really was.
