“Well, I know a lot of things. I know you two were tighter than a burl growing up. I know you two were together a good while and, hell, you might’ve even popped her cherry. But I know that a woman’s just a woman, and there’s no changing that. If they didn’t have pussies, the dumpsters would be full of them.” “How about you stop right—” “I know anything that can bleed a week straight every month and survive is the devil’s doing.” Daddy guffawed.
