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312 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 2, 2017
Too funny. OMG, this was the perfect reading palate cleanser. Hen and Kasha are a hoot! Loved it!
That said, considering the high number of characters in the book, I wish the cast had been more racially diverse. But hey, you can't win them all. On to the next CM book!
As we get up to leave, he yells at her again. “This coffee tastes like shit! And it’s cold!”
My eyes meet Dorothy’s. “Let me translate. I speak asshole pretty well. He would like another cup of coffee, even though there’s nothing wrong with his. What he really wants is to feel like a man, and since the tiny appendage between his legs won’t let him, he gets off by being rude to women.”
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“She-she called me an asshole!” he splutters.
Turning to Dorothy, I shrug. “I honestly thought he knew.”
“I thought you said we didn’t have sex.”
“Really glad we didn’t, since you obviously don’t remember this. How could you forget making my cock sing "I Will Always Love You" to your vagina?”
My eyes widen as he bursts out laughing. “I didn’t,” I groan, but I bet I did. It wouldn’t be my first dick chorus. Usually that comes a little later in a relationship though. You know a guy is a keeper when he lets you use your fingertips to make his pee hole move with the words like the little guy is the one belting out those awesome lyrics.
Try it. It’s epic.
Roman: “I go to work, then I go home, then I eat, go over some work files, sleep, then start all over again.”
I frown while gazing up at him as he stares thoughtfully over the lake.
“What about girls? I know there are lots of girls.”
Yes, I’m doing the coy thing where I pretend like I’m totally cool with that, while secretly waiting to make a mental list of other women to kill and get out of my way. Hiding bodies is the most important part of plotting a murder. This zen ground would be an excellent burial ground.
Lydia comes out of the bathroom, smiling and shaking her head at us. “You sluts,” she teases. “You both look like you’ve been rode hard and put away wet.”
“I’m not a slut. I just have a friendly vagina,” I toss back, and head off to shower, leaving Kasha to tell our plans to Lydia.