She bagged Wheelchair Dave at her first lineup, but we didn’t care, since Wheelchair Dave wasn’t exactly a get. He was a nice guy, sure. He was handsome, funny, good with his hands. Took his time, if you know what I mean. But Wheelchair Dave had done the rounds at the Hop, darling. The guy didn’t like his own seconds.
The Bunnies were talking about her like she was some kind of threat or some kind of prodigy, but I don’t know. I didn’t get the buzz. So she got picked out of her first lineup, so what? Like I said, Wheelchair Dave always went for fresh meat, and she was about as fresh as they came.
I didn’t know her yet, didn’t really want to know her, either. She didn’t look like anything special to me. I was like, white girl, blond hair, where’s she from, anyway? Australia? I wondered if she’d fucked Keith Urban. If she’d fucked Keith Urban, then I would have been impressed. If she’d fucked Nicole Kidman, then I would’ve worshipped her like the rest of them.