Laney quirked a brow. "Do legs excite your penis?" Despite his insistence that she stop saying penis, she just couldn't. She didn't have the internal censor like most people her age, or hell even just most people. It wasn't a big deal to her.
"Gross Carter. Legs. Glory is a bimbo. She's a cheerleader for crying out loud!" Her arms raised in the air over her head. "You can't get much more bimbo than that in high school unless she turns into a mega slut." Which Laney seriously doubted. Glory was probably the least sexual person she knew.
"And don't worry. I'm sure Sasha has already kissed a boy. And if she hasn't, then just don't attack her at the kitchen table." She wasn't trying to be mean. She was just trying to talk some sense into her friend. Sometimes Carter was so clueless as to social norms that it was crazy.