“A man licked my hand,” I told my mom and dad as the wine proceeded to loosen my lips. Dad grimaced and said, “That doesn’t sound very comfortable.” “If you had tried to lick my hand when you courted me, I would have had mamia throw you into a fire,” Mom told him. “So violent,” I whispered. My parents were hardcore. “Which one?” Tiggy asked. “I smash him.” “Everyone I love would kill for me,” I announced loudly.
