“Why does everyone look at you like you’re meat and they’re starving carnivores?” She slurs a few of her words either from the alcohol or plain old exhaustion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Come on … the women. They are so nonconspic spic not conspic … no that’s not right. Inconspic … fuck!” Biting my lips together, I shoot her a quick glance. “Conspicuous?” “That’s it! You’re so smart, honeybuns.” Honeybuns is a new one. “All those filthy women want you. They have no shame.”
