"Jesus, Squirt..." she paused, "Nathan...don't be so stupid. I don't want you to leave. Mom certainly doesn't want you to leave."
"Well I think it's for the best if I do."
"Why?"
"It'll give Mom and you more space, for starters."
"Oh f**k, you're an i***t. We don't need space. That's ridiculous. What would we need space for?"
"Your...well...your relationship."
"Relationship?!? Are you out of your f*****g mind. Mom and I don't have a relationship," she exclaimed, bringing her fingers up in the air to make quotation marks.
"Well, what was that at the hotel?"
"That was just business. And a bit of fun."
"A bit of fun? You and Mom were...were making out."
"Me and Mom had just f****d each other. I had sat on her face and rode her like a b***h. But it was still no big deal. It was just
