“You have a mole right on your earlobe”
“I know”
“How’s that?”
“I’ve been told”, I say.
“Hmmm”, he says.
I love the way he gets jealous at the thought of someone even looking at my earlobe closely enough to notice a mole. How cute, I think.
“And you have one right on your d***, you know”, I tell him.
“Yeah, I know”, lazy drawl.
“How’s that?”
He cocks an eye at me, ready to sprint, “I’ve been told”.
I scream bloody murder.
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