“I used to take my girlfriends down into the fog by the Spokane River to neck,” Smith told me in our morning mid-conversation.
“Necking was something, huh,” I answered. “Especially in the teens.”
“Or nippling,” he said. “Everything from the nipple up… or cunting, I used to go cunting.”
“Ew…”
“It’s not my fault that words are drippy, nasty little things,” he said.
“Or sometimes like Koto music,” said I in reproach.