Wally watched Whitney through the window. Every day.
Every day Whitney would go for a run. Every day, as she passed Wally’s house, Whitney would push back her head and thrust out her mammary glands. She did it on purpose. She knew Wally was watching.
In fact, Whitney would push back her head and thrust out her mammary glands as she passed what seemed like every second house.
My mother reckons she’s a nymphomaniac, said Wally. I’m only thirteen and I hope you’re impressed that I can spell ‘nymphomaniac’.
And I know what nymphomaniacs are as well. Do I what! Dad told me. He said they never get any sleep.