Chapter 43

“Whoo-ee,” one of them said. “That right there is a tall drink of water.”

“A good thing,” said another. “Cuz I’m plenty thirsty.”

“How tall are you?” hollered either the least creative or the drunkest.

“Just about this tall,” Danny said. “Maybe a little taller.”

“Bet he’s got a huge dick, huh?” The drunkest tugged at Cooter’s arm.

He threw her off. Not violently, but definitively. “You’ll never know,” he told her. “Trust me, Princess. The dudes he fucks? Ain’t wearing dresses.”

“How bout you, then, Hoedown?”

Cooter just scoffed. “That’s fuckin disgusting,” he said to Danny as they moved on down the sidewalk. “Can you imagine getting with a train wreck like that? ‘Don’t I look pretty?’” he asked in a high mocking tone, mincing the best his fat thighs would allow, swinging an imaginary purse. “Bet their mamas are proud.” He rolled his eyes and steered Danny into his favorite underwear emporium.