He squinted at me and smiled, making me smile. He’d picked up the disposable camera, snapping a picture of me before I could protest. My robe was halfway open, and my hair was all over my head. I still looked and felt halfway malnourished from the marathon this man ran on me last night. “Now, why would you want that memory?” “To show our babies, once they grown, how crazy I had their mom looking after dropping dick in her.” I rolled my eyes. “Disgusting.”
