“I’m coming for you, Grus.” He pointed at her. “Ooh, I’m shaking right down to my leopard print pantyhose,” she said with an eye roll. “You will be.” He stalked away and Geraldine waved goodbye to him just with her little finger. “Is that supposed to be a reference to my dick?” he snapped. “I didn’t make any kind of reference,” she said innocently. “Though maybe you think it looks like your floppy frankfurter as you mentioned it?” “It was not floppy!” Max shouted so the whole class could hear.
