Re: [Jack's: Jack & Cat]
I never asked to know the ins and out of a penis. Jesus fucking Christ, Jack. [Foreskins. The man was talking about foreskins, and Cat could not deal. It was too direct, too something, too everything, and she only wished she had the book in her hand again to throw at his head. Maybe she'd kick him in the balls, which had a certain appeal given the topic at present.] It was a dick move, and you know it was a dick move. Don't try to give me all this altruistic crap now. You admitted you did it to get a rise out off me. Well, fine. You did it. Congratulations! Woooo, asshole. [Because, seriously, and she wasn't going to cry while standing on his stoop.]
Fuck you. Sue me if you want to. [Which, you know, was dangerously hitched-breath in delivery, and, yep, time to go. She was mortified, even moreso than when she'd arrived, and that was saying something. This time, when she turned, it wasn't a 360°. She turned, and she kept going. Head deliberately held high, and she wasn't going to cry in front of Jack fucking Penhaligon.