you never know...
she might learn to like it, you think, as another lightbulb pops up
above your head. Kerri never was too sqeamish about things like that.
You remember a simpler time when you and her played around in the mud
as children, got filthy, and got everything you touched filthy in the
process. You touch the leaf on one of the trees nearby, which
promptly transforms into a photograph of overweight nude women.
"filthy" you think, "just
filthy"
