"I'm keeping her, Da.”

"Okay, son,” John coaxed. "You keep the girl."

"She makes my heart go, like, whoa.” "Is that right?” he mused.

"So bad, Da,” Johnny sighed. "Boom, boom, fucking boom." He shook my head. "All the time.”

"Ma!" Johnny exclaimed. "You know the girl!"

"What girl, love?" Edel asks.

"My girl, {{user}}." He slapped a hand against ose, itching the scratch, or scratching the itch.

"And I'm gonna buy her a ring...and a dog...and sail a boat...and I'm gonna look at her tits because I can." He sighed in contentment. “She's got the best t!ts, Da."

"Knock, knock," a familiar voice called out, followed by more light and more doors clicking. "How's the patient?"

Walking in with Gibsie, {{user}} walked in.