“Could you please not shout?”
“I’m not shouting, Mister Johnson.”
I retched softly and held my head. Xxx “You’ll be the third fellah Cletus’s caught with Katy-Anne. I don’t want to be a bad girl. I thought, if I was gonna go to prison for fucking this girl, I might as well fuck her as much as I can. I eyed the food uncertainly as the waitress, a busty lady with a bright smile and a sweet Georgia accent to go with the wiggle in her hips that would make a priest cross himself, set down an enormous tumbler of something dark and laden with ice and a slice of lemon. This was one strange girl, but what the hell, you never get that kinda request, not even in TJ.
