‘ YOU’RE THIRTY-FIVE,you’re only five years younger than my parents, ’ she says, laugh deep and boisterous. her stomach clutches at her stomach, weight leaning back in the couch, mouth wide. even if she’s never slipped her parents’ age ( not much older than herself ), the opportunity is too tremendous to pass up.
‘ i’d have to train the snakes not to attack you though. though… is it ALL of her hair that are snakes? because if i have to shaved shakes off my vagina, legs, and armpits often, i’m definitely in. that’s a lot of blood. ’
taking things from that angle makes him understand her perspective, at the very least. there’s a look of defeat in his eyes – as though his pride has been castrated. “ you did not just compare me to your parents … “ quill mumbles out in a sigh.
vaginas serve as a far more compelling point of discussion. “ i mean, i’m pretty sure they aren’t just, like … wild snakes attached to your body. they’re probably like fingers, or something. “