" You let every Tom, Dick, Harry, and Stan grab your ass. Seems pretty wrong to me." I stopped him. Jerry, I just didn't want to make a scene." What d...o you want from me, Sheila?" I want you home with me. I want our family to be together." Family! What family?" I'm pregnant with our child, Jerry. After the baby's born I want to get married. We can be a family - you, me and our baby." What? You're pregnant, how do you know?" I took the pregnancy test two days ago. It showed positive, so I made a. ..two,to start, into my pussy. Do you like that word Peter? Pussy." I said I liked that word and the other one very much. She asked what other word I knew. "Mrs. Wilson likes for me to call hers a Cunt. She says it's really a kind of very dirty word that most women don't like. So I will call yours a pussy if that's what you want." Mrs. Martin seemed to think it over and said, "No, Charles calls it a pussy. For you and me though, I want you to use the word 'Cunt'. It is a VERY dirty. His hands grabbed forcefully at my wrists and despite my staunchest efforts at digging my heels in, he somehow managed to drag me through the hedge backwards - literally. A spiteful branch stabbed my thigh and then probed viciously at the clip holding my personal stereo to the top of my tie-dyed hippy skirt. I watched in horror as my most prized possession catapulted free and disappeared into the darkest depths of the undergrowth’s murky belly. My skirt swiftly followed. But ‘Sheela-Na-Gig’. "Last one." Dad? I promise I won't get mad or, like, accuse you of being pervy or whatever." Well," I said, as she twitched her hand and I lost the grip on the spine fragment, "guess I'd have to say that since your mother's wasn't full of thorns, hers looked better." Uh huh. But, what if I, like, didn't have the thorns?" Hopefulness.Okay, she was fishing for a compliment. "Maybe yours is just a teensy bit better." Uh huh." This time it was an upbeat sound. "Like, thanks." Done," I said, kissing.