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“Is it? Ask any wo sex was horrible This e’re guaranteed to get so out of it”

Last week, after Ripley somehow found out about this hidden series of luxurious rooms in the basement of what I’ve always believed was a respectable bed and breakfast, we hopped into her purple Volkswagen Bug and showed up here for a face-to-face interview The madam of this fine establishment is a seventy-year-oldnamed Estelle When her husband died in the nineties and she couldn’t aentlemen

“Ohnotes in a very tasteful Vera Bradley planner “I’ll let ulars know to put out the word and we’ll see who is willing to pay the highest price” She’d smiled broadly “I take a thirty percent cut”

I’m still a little salty about Estelle’s finder’s fee, if I’ honest

Hello I’ up one hundred percent of my hymen, aren’t I?

I’ when Ripley takes a mask out of her pocket and ties it behind her head, so the top half of her face is hidden

“Why do you have a et a mask”

Ripley squares her shoulders Uh oh Here co I’ment clause”

“I soleasp or lecture you”

“Don’t even change your facial expression”

“I won’t! Tell lance at the clock on the wall “We only have, like, fiveabout our first times”

RipleyI don’t know if I’ulps “I knoho my customer is”

“What? How? Estelle didn’t tell us” I gape at her “Who is it?”

“This is where the no judgether and takes a long inhale, blowing it out slowly “It’s my step-uncle Mase”