He finally noticed once his friends came over. She was watering the lawn in a tank top. No bra. No underwear. Beer in hand. Mom. Mouths agape through the basement window. One real vagina before them clad in 100% human hair. Later he'd prefer older women, busty women, women with hairy arms and sweating mustaches. He'd push their faces into sand, pulling back bikini bottoms, shaking domesticated despair from their loins.