“I get my hair and nails done at her place,” Fudge said. “And waxing and facials too.”

“I bet that’s not the only kinda facials you like, huh Fudge?” Buckington asked, grinning. ”Fuck it. She’s not the only fish in the sky. She might have a perfect ass, but look at Rhonda here. Fudge if you were a man, and tell the truth, would you pick Dina or Rhonda?”

“I don’t know Rhonda,” Fudge said. “But just on looks alone, I’d have to go with Rhonda. She’s a vision of loveliness, wrapped in silken linen, and rose petals.”

“Well, thank you, Fudge,” Rhonda said, smiling. “That’s so nice of you to say.”

“That’ll be enough now,” Buckington said, shooing Fudge away. “Go back to your gay party, and don’t pee in my pool. That’s all we need guys. Gay boys usin’ thousand dollar words, and hittin’ on our women.”

“I didn’t realize we were your women,” Rhonda said.

“Not my women, par say,” Buckington stumbled. “It’s just that you girls are like… well, shit, do I have to explain this to you out loud?”

“We get it,” Sue said, teasing. “You love us more than life itself, and you couldn’t do without us, because we’re the best girls that God ever invented. Does that about sum it up, Mr. Butt?”

“Somethin’ like that,” Buckington said quietly

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