Story's End

“Any questions?” Charlie sighs, leaning back into the couch.

Ethan stares at her dumbfounded, his brain trying to process the madness she had just dumped on him. The story was ridiculous, nonsensical even. He should be laughing, and yet…

“So you’re telling me the town is full of women with… dicks?”

“Full? Nah.” Charlie shrugs. “More traditional women than not, but there are more than a few around.”

“And the whole town just knows this?”

Charlie nods. “I mean, yeah. Pretty much everybody in town is related to somebody who's got both.”

“And I’m just learning about this now?!”

Sighing, Charlie rubs her eyes. “Up until you moved here you were an outsider, regardless of who your father and grandparents were. We don’t tell outsiders about it, because it’s A) none of their business, and B) so they don’t tell the rest of the world we’re the dickgirl capital of the whole planet.”

“So why didn't my dad tell me? He knew I was moving here.” Ethan had just spoken to his father at the funeral.

“I don’t know. I don’t know your dad,” she ruffles her hair, “Maybe he’s just an asshole, or maybe he decides you’d need to see it for yourself. Would you have believed him a week ago?”

Ethan can’t argue that point. “So Layla…”

“Yeah,” Charlie cuts him off. “And before you ask, no. I don’t know what's in the whole town's pants. Some people like to advertise, some people like to keep it quiet.”

“So how do you know about her?”

Charlie considers the question. “Sometimes it’s obvious, even when they try to hide it.”

Based on what’s between her legs, Ethan gets the memo.

“So, any other questions or do you think you’ve got it?”