She was talking on the phone, I heard my name mentioned. I
stopped to listen ... "No ... But she was going to leave again! My own
daughter wouldn't stay with me! I wouldn't tell anyone in the world but you,
Mary." ... "A hippie, I think." ... "He must be something
in bed, is all I can say." ... "I don't know where she gets it. Not
from me! Probably from Robert and his side of the family. All he can think
about is sex, too." ... "No, I should say not! I cut him off a long time
ago. Dirty, filthy business!" … "Yes, the little bitch is the same
way. You should have heard her with David last night ... just moaning and
groaning in there on her bed. I'm surprised the whole neighborhood didn't hear
her! It's unnatural to enjoy it that much! I never got anything out of it at
all, but then, Robert never was much of a lover as far as style goes." ...
"Well, you know ... stick it in, puff and grunt, and that's it." ... "I
wouldn't be surprised if she does it. With those hippies. They've probably
taught her every perversion in the book." ... "Every woman fakes
that! I never once got any pleasure from it!" ... "I don't want to
talk about it, Mary." ... "She'll end up a little two-bit whore. All
this enjoyment of sex!" ... "She's nothing but a selfish, ungrateful,
whiny, sniveling little sex-crazy bitch"
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