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Silk, Organza, and Satin—Oh My!
I’ll spare you the details of what happens on the floatplane Saturday morning. If you imagined Lucy Collins demanding a window seat and then whining the whole time about how bumpy it is and making more fat-lady comments to Sarah and extolling the horrors and agony of childbirth, including detailed assessment of hemorrhoids, shitting on the birthing table, and your v****a splitting in two so you will never have satisfactory s*x ever again, congratulations. You imagined correctly.
Once all the blood in Ryan’s and Tanner’s faces has drained into their shoes, Miss Betty tries to argue that she had four children and all of those side effects are manageable, and that she and her husband had a fine s*x life thank you very much, which, naturally, made everyone
