I love their eggs, sausage and croissants." You're on top, just put it in and do your thing," Frank said. "I'm still tired." Bullshit," she sneered. "...o breakfee, no fuckee."Frank laughed at her meek attempt to sound like a Chinese laundry man."What's so funny. I'm hungry." Isn't there a crust of bread in the kitchen?" he asked."If we have any, it is stale and hard." I'm hard. You never complain when that happens." I'll squeeze your balls and you'll have pain that you will never forget." You. Somehow, I had to find a way to satisfy my lustful curiosity. A careful perusal of the back yard yielded a long ladder propped up against the fence. Did I have the nerve? In my right mind, I would have shuddered at the thought of trying something so completely risky. I didn’t consider myself to be a stalker, just an opportunist. Certainly, I had no criminal intent, and I surely wasn’t interested in harming anyone. (How would that sound to the cops, and later, to a judge, I thought, as I. Once again, I do apologize." "No, it's okay." I replied, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. "I just have a couple questions." "Shoot." "Why are some women born without a hymen?" I blurted. That wasn't really an important question, but I had always wondered. "It's just a mutation in their genes. It's like how all girls have different breast sizes, the number of egg cells they carry, or the shape of their body." He replied. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his eyes flicker down to my body.. I mean, if you don't mind committing social suicide by being seen with me."I didn't mind. I'd left social suicide behind many miles ago."Yes, thanks," I said, "I'd love a ride."She smiled."I'm Veronica, by the way." Yeah, I know. I'm Amy." Well, Amy, let's go."We got into her car. It was big and rusty. At one point it had probably been olive green, but now was mostly just grey. It had a beige vinyl bench seat, with several strips of duct tape where I sat down.The air conditioner didn't work, of.