Talk about names that really don’t work for me:
Preacher named Yawn.
Teacher at the end of my street named Mr. Boring.
Girl at school named Candy Barr; another named Robin Banks.
She was in her mid-30’s when this all happened. That’s when women are at their horniest. Knock-out looks only prove this world is made up with haves and have-nots. How can our culture deny what’s available to her? He sounds deeply religious and would have been much happier with a short, chunky, motherly type wife. Build that picket white fence for all the neighbors to see. At least he ain’t queer.