“Geez, Mol,” said Deep End, “it looks like you were hit by a bus.”
“Uh-huh,” I said, poking him in the chest, “a bus.”
My post-sex camp bruises from another angle.
I’m sorry but this is the prettiest discoloring of flesh I have ever seen.
^^^
I’ve joked that I want to get some of my bruises tattooed. Now I realize that might actually be possible.
