"My daughter, that tart
Compulsive fornicator
Standards have fallen
She has sex with men
Compulsively, without joy
All throughout the day"
"That sounds horrible"
I said, hiding my guilt face.
I had fucked her twice
"Can you go again?
Let me have another look"
"It’s down there somewhere"
That poor little guy
My dick, my rod, my johnson
Was all tuckered out
"That's ok," she said
"We can talk instead of you
Sliding down your shorts"
"Look, Missus Bishop,
I would love to stay and chat
But I better not"
"The bar’s over there"
She said, turning towards the wall
Instantly asleep
Safe Combination
Came from her mouth as she snored
Many cuss words too
Next: Dean Domino, Dog/God, and Christine making small talk at the fountain