In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

"Penny, ziss kind off behavior is self indulgent and self
destructive, but is typical of zee awaking sexuality of adolescence,
which in your case is I believe somewhat delayed. You need people of
your own intellectual caliber to guide your development, not histrionic
artists viss confused sexual identities. Let me steer you sroo zis troubled
phase. You haf so much to contribute to humanity! You are so young,
such a lufflee girl—"
He leaned over the table and caressed her cheek.
She recoiled, blurting out, "You lecherous old creep, you know
why your pet project was a flop? Why all those hours of video were for
nothing but your own jerk-off satisfaction? Your favorite little guinea
pig wasn't worth a dime to them because you found nothing in there.
Why? Because it's not about the fuckin' waves!”
Shaking his head and dabbing nervously at his mustache with
his napkin, he shot his hand out across the table and gripped her wrist.
"Penny! You are a very sick girl. Please, please gif me a chance
and I vill take care off you."
"Can you give me back my brain?"
He sighed. Penny yanked her hand from his momentarily
slackened grip and whispered, "Sorry, I gotta go."
"Penny, don' be shtoopit! Sink!"
But she was gone.
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