Visiting the family, Volume III

After consuming mass quantities of Grandma's divine lasagna and Mom's birthday cake, I was in no mood to get on a train. Which worked out fine, because Cousin Desiree was in no mood to go home. She suggested driving me back to the city. I suggested driving me as far as the Metro-North station in Poughkeepsie. We hit the road.

Cousin Desiree is awesome. She's 24, smart, sassy and sarcastic. She's thinking about joining the police force. She's also coming to visit next weekend, and if Jake comes too, which he might, all sorts of madness will ensue. Anyway, we stopped for gas and had a classic who's paying argument. (Let me pay! No let me pay! Shut up, Grandpa gave me money! No, you shut up. He gave me money, too!) We're both totally spoiled, and I ended up keeping Grandpa's money because she's slightly more stubborn than I.

On the way, we started talking about sex. We talked about sex a LOT and then got a little horrified and creeped out because, ew, I'm her big cousin and ew, she's my little cousin. So we stopped, but not before I found out that Cousin Desiree has an extreme aversion to feet. In fact, she said I'd rather take it up the ass than have someone touch me with their feet. Such a dainty flower, that one.