We straighten, by our snickering is barely contained as we attempt to focus our attention on a picture of a discarded Coke can. "This guy's lady love is kind of a slob, don't you think?" he whispers. I cover my mouth with my hands again." A reaaaaaaaal litterbug."" Stop it," I hiss. My eyes are watering. "Demigod look at this one! How did he get her toenail clippings?"" If you were my girl," he whispers, "I'd take creepy pictures of your trash when I knew you weren't looking."" If you were my girl," I whisper back," I'd put the creepy pictures in a foreign museum so you wouldn't know that I take creepy pictures.

Isla and the Happily Ever After