CHAPTER TWELVE
No Date – Time Stands Still in Corn Town
All Hail Your Murrayness!
Thanks for your last enlightening epistle. A stagecoach delivered it to my campsite. The driver’s ass was full of arrows, if that’s any indication of how civilized this settlement is.
Yes, my leg is fine, so stop fretting, mom.
Congrats on getting into U. of P. With your grades, you’ll have no trouble landing a scholarship, especially if you’re still cribbing off Maury Kirschbaum’s math tests in exchange for letting him touch your cousin Dani’s panties. Think third grade.
Michelle sounds legendary among Murray babes. I want the details. I haven’t exactly been a monk myself. These small-town girls have big-town hormones. Janine can be nice, in a sad-and-sorry way, but I’m not comfortable with this sense
