The Slut Gene

We all have nubbins for rubbin

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I’m in the car with my mother. She’s been talking nonstop for twenty minutes and I’m paying zero attention when I hear “the slut gene.”

“Sorry?” I ask.

“My Aunt Shirley. She was like your Aunt Pat. You know, a slut!”

Before I can open the car door and roll out, she continues.