Mom: Because he's good to me.
Nadia: But how can you deal with that chest hair? He's hairy like a beast. I'd make him shave it.
Mom: You wouldn't say that after you dragged those big titties of yours across that hairy chest!
Nadia: Ewe, Mom. Oh, God—I'd never...
Mom: And I'd never touch that hairless puppy of yours either—so we're even
Under the God of Things
