“Cara, I will try to accommodate your wishes, but it’s kind of hard for me. And, watch your mouth, it’s very unladylike.”
“I’m Jammer.”“What kind of name is that?” It sounded ridiculous“It’s the name you’ll be calling out the next time you’re holding a shower head between your legs and wishing it was my mouth.”
“It’s very hard to whisper in your own ear. Love is an art, but as an artist, I guess I’m no Van Gogh.”
“Your moustache,” I continue. “It’s kind of like me wanting to be a writer. It’s part of me. I don’t know who I’d be if I didn’t want to be a writer.”
“Okay, then I used to like that kind of thing. Now I like your kind of thing. It’s the very best kind of thing. Makes all other kinds of things look like shit.”
“I wish he wouldn’t do this when he’s on me. It’s really very upsetting.”