Page 66 of Hot Shot

Cass: Was it really that bad??

Jessa: You might have gotten Barb Weaver pregnant, and she’s well into menopause.

Cass: Ughhhhhh. Didn’t mean to take it too far.

Jessa: Were you going to tell me you slept with him, or are we still keeping up the pretense that you don’t want to?

Cass: First, I never said I didn’t want to. Second, a child has slept in bed with us every night. So third, NO. Nosy Nelly.

Jessa: You’d tell me if you did, wouldn’t you?

Cass: You’d definitely know. But everyone can put their boners away—it’s not happening.

Jessa: Whatever you say, love.

Cass:

Remy: Damn, dude. That was gross.

Wilder: wdym

Remy: You tongue fucking my cousin, man. Nasty.

Wilder: Nothin you haven’t seen before.

Remy: I have no memory of that. Defense mechanism, I guess.

Wilder: lol

Remy: So are y’all like…you know

Wilder: No, I don’t know. Are we what?

Remy: Come on, man—don’t make me say it. Are you? Because it looks like you are.

Wilder: Good, that’s the point.

Remy: Dude.

Wilder: Bro.

Remy:

Wilder:

Remy: Are you banging Cass or what?! Ugh. There.

Wilder: Oh, that. No.

Remy: Asshole.

Wilder: Why? Do you want me to sleep with her?

Remy: Not really. And not just because she’s basically my sister. She’s been through a lot of shit, and not that long ago.

Wilder: Yeah, I know. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt her.

Remy: Who said I’m worried about her?

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