"No," she replied irritably.

"I have a feeling that she's much like her mother. To be nice, I will call it 'determined' ...," I said.

"Strong-willed?" she snarled.

"You said it," I replied, "not me."

"You were thinking it," she said accusingly.

I turned back to the grill. Things were getting out of hand with the food I was supposed to be focused on - and I had to shift some things around. She was still standing there when I turned back.

"The girls are going to do what they want," I said.

"And you'll shove your fat dick inside of them and give them what they want," she spat....