“Yeah, you know pretty girls like that, always have prettier friends they don’t show cause of the female jealousy thing.” Joe continued speaking and the p********e stroked his face and lifted his hat while brushing her fingers through his greasy hair. Tenderly, she leaned into him, and with soft breaths, said something preternaturally alluring and then smiled to the trio at the table, slithering her tongue through the hole in her mouth where two teeth had been violently knocked out. She still kept those teeth huddled together in her purse and would feel them between her pinkie and thumb from time to time.
“Man, look at her, look at those teeth. She a mean one.”
“Shut up, Bobby. I think she’s a sweetheart, a good old gal not stuck on herself.”
“That Joe always been magic with the ladies.
