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But then he’d be stuck in a tight space with a corpse, and he wasn’t sure if that would be an improvement over his current predicament.
sitting down next to the lady and keeping her back straight, her hands folded, and her knees pressed together like the virginest virgin.
He’d make a lucky girl even luckier someday, and they’d live a long, lucky life together. She hoped they experienced food poisoning at least once.
It used to smell funny, but time had fixed it. Either that, or he’d assimilated the scents of mothballs and old ladies into his identity.
He didn’t like the idea of ferrying around someone he didn’t know and changing his schedule, but he was glad he didn’t need a rabies shot or an FDA permit.
Please don’t let there be two of them. He didn’t know what he was going to do with one woman. If his mom had acquired him an entire harem, he’d need therapy.
He shook his head and pushed himself to focus. Mind over penis. Mind over penis. He could do it.
If her hands longed to till the Silicon Valley soil, what right did he have to steal her joy?
Her mom had nice hands and often lamented that Esme hadn’t inherited them. She said Esme had truck-driver hands.
Cô Nga took in Esme’s green dress and smiled in approval, not caring that it was prostitutey.
She pressed a hand to her forehead. She didn’t want to dance with Asian Michael Jackson.
If he hit a speed bump, he’d probably break his dick in half.
he recalled his brother’s weakness for orphaned anything—dogs, cats, tiny gangsters from school, you name it.
“What are the symptoms for orgasm?”
Quan gave him an impatient look. “Did you touch her clit at all?” “What’s that?” “Oh hell,” Michael said.
“They don’t talk about the ‘clitoris’ in health class at school.” It didn’t even sound real. For all he knew, it was an urban myth, like the Chupacabra or Roswell aliens.
“Yes, you dork, they’re safe for touching. I prefer jerking off to porn, not how-to books.
Cô Nga rubbed Esme’s back like she was shredding carrots.
he wasn’t sure he’d spelled “Hi” right. Was it just an H and an i? That didn’t seem like enough letters for such an important concept.
