Enough Ass For Two [repack] -

Leo sipped his coffee. He was trying not to stare. It was impossible. Betsy was a geographical anomaly. When she turned to stir the stew on the stove, her back presented a vista so vast, so sprawling, that Leo felt he should need a map and a compass. It was the kind of ass that had its own weather system. Two distinct, generous, world-class cheeks that seemed to have declared independence from the rest of her body and formed a coalition of comfort.

“How do you know about Marge?”

She nodded, as if that made perfect sense. “I got a lot of junk. My late husband, Herb, he was a collector. Of things . Said every piece of crap had a story.” enough ass for two

“Uh, yeah. Sorry to bother you. Can I use your phone?” Leo sipped his coffee

“Herb always said it was a shame to have this much ass and no one to share the story with,” she said, not looking at him. “So. You want to hear the story, Leo? Or are you just going to stand there and stare like all the rest?” Betsy was a geographical anomaly

He thought of a dumb joke his grandpa used to tell: That woman has enough ass for two.

Her name was Betsy. She led him into a kitchen that smelled of cinnamon and wet wool. A potbellied stove glowed in the corner. She poured him a mug of coffee that was strong enough to strip paint.