Chapter 38
- “Actually, I’d rather have my testicles shaved, dipped in honey, and sit on a fire ant hill than be with you.”
- Her shock look only lasted a moment before she scowled and shouted, “Fuck you, Mark Glazer.”
- Sophie stood with a growl, dusted the sand off her bikini bottoms, and stalked away muttering to herself. I could only hold my laughter until she stepped out into the sunlight, then I fell back howling.