Chapter 971 The Dildo:>Ep 8
- "It does require a special level of idiot, doesn't it?" I mused. My hand was still in my pocket, but holding the remote rigidly upright.
- "Speaking of special idiots," Lynda hissed, turning on me. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"
- "Me?" I asked innocently. "I'm just standing here, trying not to get cut by your booth barnacle."