In the vernacular, roughly speaking, I’m a proud motherfucker.”“Good. Honesty, I can work with. You think you’re proud of being a motherfucker.... But you didn’t make yourself. Why do you suppose so many women want to mother you, take you into their beds and bodies, have made you a motherfucker?”Good question. I just thought it was luck. I’m the luckiest motherfucker there is.“Because you appeal to their mother’s incestuous instincts, you big baby!” Oh.‘Now I, have the proper solution to OUR. I love to regale him with my stories. He doesn’t call the cops and gives me free d**gs. I don’t tell and neither does he. He’s an older man who grew up when sexual orientation was straight and nothing else. He used to manage a brothel for gay men in his younger days.“When does Bonnie get off shift?” I ask him.He chuckles deep in his throat, a smile crossing his face. “Not even healed from your last adventure and you’re already sizing up for another one, eh?”“Uncontrollable appetite doc. What is. It was only after she hadn't moved for at least thirty seconds that he finally thought to look up at her face. When he did, he saw that she was smiling impishly down at him, a bemused expression on her face. "Getting a good look, are you?"Max blushed hotly, then dropped his gaze to the floor. "Sorry."The woman giggled. "Sorry for what? I said I wasn't shy." I know but... I shouldn't..." Shouldn't what? Stare? Shouldn't I be the one to decide that?"So, Max thought, is she saying that I can. Her name is Rey, and she’s clipping her toenails, ignoring the scene across the room from her. Her phone dings, and a photo shows up of a smooth, shaved labia. She ignores it.Down the hall, three officers of CCL are huddled together, planning initiations. Their names are Beth, Duni, and Sun.“The lineup was best,” Beth is saying. She’s a short, slim, sporty brunette from England, and she’s referring to an initiation in which they took all the pledges, stripped them naked, then bent them over and.