“Most people ask me to dinner first before they try to undress me,” she teased as Spencer began to remove her white socks, gently stained with spots of blood. She wanted to see those baby blues again.

“Make sure she’s classy this time Spence. The last one was too trashy, even for me. And no more hookers, Spencer. You hear me? It was hard enough getting rid of that rash!”

“What happened Davies, did you use to come here every day after school to have some old hen peck at your cherry? Spend your lonesome teenage lesbo years here because lesbians just don’t exist in little Ohio towns?”