man talk

It's an acquired taste. Like sushi. No, forget that, forget the fish. Although good sushi doesn't taste fishy. I mean not the associated nastiness we hook onto the term "fishy." Old fishy is fishy. Fresh fishy is fish...sweet, savory, firm.

Slime

Oh, young man. That slime is the nectar of the gods. Clean pussy is fresh, earthy. If it smells or tastes bad it's because you gave her some infection that needs to be treated. Mushrooms. You liked mushrooms when you were a kid?

Naw.

But you like them now?

On pizza. Breaded and fried. Let's order out...

Your treat?

Then I won't have enough to take your daughter to a movie.

Anyway, little kids like cotton candy. Just sweet.

I still like it.

Like I said, little kids like cotton candy. As you age, your palate becomes more sophisticated. You can appreciate more complex things. Not just sugar and salt.  A variety of savories.

You're telling me to sophisticate my palate on your daughter's pussy?

Step-daughter. You're safe, right? Condom...every time. Even if she's on the pill.

I don't screw around.

Mundy tilted his head and looked at Matt through slit eyes.

Seriously. Mercedes is my first and only.

No wonder she...

Say what? She asked you to talk to me?

No no no... it's a long story. Look, guys your age, it's normal, you think the girl is as hot as you, as ready as you, all the time. You just have to think about her in math class and boing...

shit.

Girls are slower.

But if she's sliming....

Stop with the slime. That's a good sign but it doesn't mean she's entirely ready. You gotta be sensitive. Play it by ear.

You want me to get my ears down there, too?

I say, try anything once.

I wish you were my father.

No, if I were your father you wouldn't have a pool in your backyard.

True.

Thanks.

Why'd you wanna be a teacher for anyway? Why not do something that makes money?

I ask myself that question daily. Some of us are doomed to serve is all I can figure.

So, like, you're cool with me and your daughter doing it?

I only came into the picture 4 years ago. Not much I can do. She takes after her mother. I didn't say that.

I didn't hear it.

All I can do is damage control.

Mundy looked off into the dark.  They're nice girls. All three of them. Just...

Merci's cool. I'm her one and only. It's Luz that's wild. I mean...I've heard...

Oh, I've heard. I mean I've HEARD...not just talk but, never mind...

Howling at the moon?

You've heard it, too?

No, man, I don't go there... I hear talk. Sorry. She's your daughter.

Step. Like I said, four years of damage control. She wants me to teach her to drive. I shudder at the thought. That's more freedom than any 16 year old should have, least of all Luz.

She gets plenty of rides.

Hey

No, I didn't mean, oh, hell...

Don't worry about it.