““Later—about halfway through the same meeting—do you know what she does? She fucking kicks me! In the shin, under the table. “Hmph,” I groan, and my hands fist reflexively. “You all right, Drew?” my father asks. I can only nod and squeak, “Something in my throat.” I cough dramatically. See, I’m not about to go crying to Daddy either. But sweet Christ it hurt. You ever been kicked in the shin by a four-inch pointy shoe? For a man, there is only one area that’s more painful to be kicked. And that is a place that dare not speak its name.””
