Oh, and don’t ogle your uncle’s fiancee. A bitter laugh slips through my lips. It tastes like disbelief. Big Al is one lucky fucker and he doesn’t even realize it. Turns out, his latest squeeze is more than a smoke show—she’s a guilty conscience locked in a tight, stubborn body. If she wasn’t so fucking hot, the fact she thinks petty theft and being a little scissor-happy warrants a confession to Sinners Anonymous would be kind of adorable.
