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Nora gasped to my right. “Mom! Tell me that isn’t a penis.” I choked on a strangled laugh as the dick and balls came into focus. Lolli wasn’t happy with simple diamond art. She needed inappropriate gemstone creations.
“I love my dick flower. I’ll hang it with pride.”
“Lolli made me a dick flower for my new place, so how could it be anything else?”
“It’s a historic home. Can’t put a price on that,” I said coolly. “Some people are just blind to the beauty beneath the damage.”
“You won’t be able to do a damned thing until Trace’s boys are done processing the scene,” Nelson clipped. “And girls,” a female deputy in the circle muttered. Nelson flicked a look in her direction. “Relax, Beth. I know you’ve got bigger balls than all of them.” Beth snorted. “And don’t you forget it.”
“You can’t truly live without some sort of hurt. If you’re so focused on avoiding discomfort, you end up living a half-life. You might get to skip the lowest lows, but you don’t get the highest highs either.”
Now, I hear you were a Fed. Please tell me you aren’t one of those anti-marijuana sticks-in-the-mud who thinks missionary position is the only way anyone should ever have sex.”
“I’m not going to let my granddaughter be stuck in missionary position for the rest of her life.”
