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waiting for her comeback, and she looked at him and nodded.  “You know – you’re right,” she said and watched his eyes open wide in surprise.  “Because looking back on our relationship and analyzing it, all you ever do – actually, all you’ve ever done - is try and shut me up with your penis.” 
    Christina watched him cock his head to the side, which was never a good sign.  It usually indicated he was going to go psycho.  Even though she was counting how fast it would take her to get inside and lock all the doors, she looked at him without blinking.  “Yep.  That’s right.  I said it - with-your-penis – your stupid, stupid penis.” 
    She folded her arms and glared at him.  “It’s like you think it’s some kind of communication device, but it’s not.  It’s just a little distraction and where your little brain is located.  So why don’t you take yourself and your stupid penis, and just-piss-off?” 
    Riley’s eyes went wide in shock and his mouth dropped open.  He shouted.  “I, WHAT?  Seriously?  Oh hahahahaaaa.  That’s a good one.  Let me say it louder.  AHAHAHAAAAAA!” 
    Moving toward her and putting one foot on the bottom step, he said, “You know – there’s a lot of things I could say back to that, but I’m going to think of the neighbors.” 
    For the first time, Christina looked around and realized they’d drawn an audience.  Her elderly and deeply religious Swedish neighbor, Mrs. Gustafson, was out in the front yard pretending not to listen, but riveted to the spot.  Mrs. Gustafson was in her church clothes, which made Christina give her a second glance.  Of course, she was.  It was Sunday. 
    Across the road, a few of her neighbors were standing openly staring as well.  She put her head up and glared at them balefully.  A few looked away and left, but some of the braver ones stayed for the spectacle.  Some had been here before – multiple times, and it was always entertaining.
    Riley shook his head and smiled.  “ANYWAY, you told me you didn’t mind and quite enjoyed it.” 
    Christina looked at him confused.  “What are you talking about now?” 
    He grinned and shouted.  “BLOW JOBS, CHRISTINA.  That’s what I’m talking about – you know – using MY AWESOME PENIS to shut you up.”
    Christina went bright red and her jaw clenched.  He was disgusting, but she’d walked right into that one.  Her annoyance at her own stupidity over-rode his filthy mouth and she stood her ground to show she had better manners than he did.  She did this by yelling at the top of her voice, “I WAS BEING METAPHORIC, NOT LITERAL, AND I LIED!” 
    Riley responded in kind.  “OH YEAH?  WELL, OVER THE YEARS YOU’VE BEEN LITERAL AND LIED – A LOT.”
    She heard the neighbors across the road snicker and Mrs. Gustafson clasped her hands to her heart, openly praying to Jesus.  This would be all around the neighborhood by lunchtime and everyone in town would know what had gone on.  Mrs. Gustafson was staring daggers at Christina that was a mixture of disgust, fear, and loathing. 
    Christina stared at her and shouted.  “WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT – YOU GODDAMN BUSYBODY?  GO AWAY.  GO ON.  RUN ALONG NOW.” 
    She mentally added blaspheming on the Sabbath and abusing the elderly to her ever, increasing list of sins.  If she was going to hell, she hoped Riley wouldn’t be there, but with her luck, he probably would.  Actually, she already was.  Being stuck in her hometown with him was her version of hell – either that or a day-care center with children who had a stomach bug.
    Riley looked at Mrs. Gustafson, raised his hands palm up in submission, pointed to Christina, and just shook his head at her bad behavior.  Mrs. Gustafson gave a tight smile to Riley and shot Christina one last glance that was openly hate-filled.  If looks could kill, Christina would have been toast. 
    Rolling her eyes and making “shooing” noises, and motions at Mrs.