The Red-Hot Cajun
“. .“Whass that tickin’ noise?”“It must be some insect. Or a woodpecker.”“Oh. I thought it might be yer hormone clock tickin’. Ya are gettin’ to that age, dearie.”Val gritted her teeth and restrained herself from strangling the old lady, who shared a bed with her.Two years without sex, and what do I get? Me and Grandma Moses in the sack together! An AARP sleepover! Can life get any better than this?Rene was outside on a sleeping bag under the mosquito tent. Smart guy! Putting some distance betwe...en himself and the Matchmaker from Hell. Or even worse, the Match-breaker from Hell.Every mosquito and flying bug in Louisiana appeared to be here tonight, drawn by their exceedingly warm human blood. The temperature felt like 110, and sleep was proving impossible. Thus, Val’s midnight chat with I-have-an-opinion-on-every-freakin’-thing-in-the-world Tante Lulu.“Did it ever occur to you that not every woman yearns to be a baby machine?”“Ya gots the hips fer it.”Valerie bristled.MoreLess
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