“As much as fingers in mouth is a knk,” Kirk says as he settles down into the chair, “I’m not so sure I’m gonna enjoy this.”
There are titters in the room from the staff, lady hygienists all, and Kirk can tell in an instant who there gets it and who doesn’t. He sas it for the benefit of the latter group, mostly — exposure to shocking stuff is, he turly believes, one of the musts of life. You’ve gotta have an idea what’s out there to be done or not to be done, because they don’t teach you that in school, and besides, he’s got to cultivate his audiences. Today’s wilting-flower housewives are tomorrow’s customers, and he rather likes planting the seeds, at least metaphorically.
The real seeds he’d like to plant go rather emphatically in a different direction, but that’s another story.