“You use that while jumping?” Sandy, now 206, had asked, somewhat bewildered by the description her friend was using.
“Of course, dummy,” Lorraine responded. “When you get used to it, you can stick other things in there and really have a ride.”
“Oh my,” 206 responded. “I have never put anything up there. I’m saving myself for marriage.”
“You are a fuckin’ i***t,” her friend shot back. “You want to be ready for the man, don’t you? Suppose you wait and then figure out that he’s a limp d**k and not worth your time or trouble and you’re stuck with him?”
“I had thought about that. I guess we’d have s*x before we got married, just as a test.”
“Jesus Christ,” Lorraine said. “You really are dumber than a bag of s**t. I knew you had a sheltered life, but this is tragic. Put the damned bean bag
