A thought pops into my head, and I point at her crotch. “Hey! Do you have flowers down in your lady garden, too?” She quickly covers her crotch with her hands like I can suddenly see through her clothes. “That is a private garden,” she says haughtily. “Oh my gods, you do! You have vagina vines! Or, I guess it would be vulva vines? Or labia lilies? Whatever. Can I see?”
