“Listen, girls like that don’t have a lot going on upstairs. A couple of four-dollar words and she’ll do anything you ask. If you catch my drift.” He winked at me. “A girl like her?” I fought to keep my face neutral. “You know, fine as hell but dumber than a box of rocks.” “How do you discern that just by looking at her?” He gave me a patronizing look. “She isn’t dancing here tonight because she likes the workout. Some girls play to their strengths.”
Amazing! The girl that isn’t a theoretical physicist gets a book. This is so REAL!
