I turned on the water then returned to the door jamb. “That’s not fair, you’re nice and clean.”
“I am?” He took a few steps toward me.
“Aren’t you?”
“No,” he scowled and shook his head. “I’m dirty. But you knew that.”
Now, if you haven’t heard an Irishman say the word “dirty” before, I will compare it with dynamite in your ovaries. They say it with like, seven Rs.

Autore: Nicole Castro