So, here’s the story. Candy was married to a man who she’s known since she was a kid. Got married young. He wanted children and she didn’t, waited until she got to an age in which she couldn’t have kids and ran off with a woman half his age so he could breed (as she put it). They sold the house and she’s in the flat next door while she looks for a place to buy. ‘Good riddens,’ she said, ‘never had sex with anyone else and wasn’t getting any from him in the end. No point in letting this sponge dry up.’ Points to her crotch.
Yeah, she’s classy like that. Continue reading