The lamb seems right out of place

So maybe she was a little bit of a grungy kid, out past midnight in a strange guy's rod with a can of shaving cream, ready to do a lot more bitchin' than'd actually qualify as bitchin' if present company wasn't so grungy himself.

She'd had to suss it out - if he'd really meant all that stuff about not being able to control himself. What she figured, since she'd spent enough time studying up, was that John Milner couldn't act a real rapey weenie any better than Carol Morrison could act a crybaby little kid.

So maybe that was okay.