I WANT TO WEAR HIS INITIAL
ON A CHAIN 'ROUND MY NECK, CHAIN 'ROUND MY NECK
NOT BECAUSE HE OWNS ME
BUT 'CAUSE HE REALLY KNOWS ME
WHICH IS MORE THAN THEY CAN SAY, I
I RECALL LATE NOVEMBER
HOLDIN' MY BREATH, SLOWLY I SAID
"YOU DON’T NEED TO SAVE ME
BOU WOULD YOU RUN AWAY WITH ME?"

“Oh, Jesus.”
“Not Jesus; just Joey.”

“That’s yer man, isn’t it? The lad from that fancy rugby academy,” Podge offered, inclining his head to where a tall, dark-haired lad about our age, was leaning against the bar, deep in conversation with the owner of Biddies. “What’s his name again?”
“Johnny Kavanagh,”

MEU AMOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRR

“Spread your legs.”
Shivering, I let my head fall back against the wall, and opened my legs.
“Wider.”
“Joe I —"
“Wider.”
Reckless, I hitched one leg up, and, resting my heel on the wall at my back, I completely bared myself to him.
“Good girl.”

“Why don’t you come over here and sit on my face, sweetheart?” another one took a swing before striking out in glorious fashion.
“Why?” Molloy said sweetly, as she took her drink from the barman, and sauntered off in the direction of our table. “Is your nose bigger than your dick?”

GOSTOSA