““They’re just waiting for nightfall. Then you’re s.o.l., sister. There’s only one other chick in the entire camp. But she’s the chief redneck’s daughter, so they consider her off-limits, kind of f a Smurfette situation.” He exhaled, grinning up at the slats of the cage roof. “Smoking body on that one—but shy a few teeth. Still, I’d do Hickette with a flag over her face.” “Excuse me?” Matthew chuckled. “Do her for his country.” “Matthew!” I cried, frowning at him. I’d thought of him as more . . . innocent.””
