Well, Sh*t

Jo McKenna didn't even know nipple hair was a thing until she hit fifty. Now it's a full-time job managing the ecosystem.

One minute she's shaving her left areola, the next she's identifying her best friend's dead husband at the Byron Bay morgue. Awkward, but survivable. Or it would've been-if Jo hadn't buried the bastard in the bush the day before.

Gary Wilson, being the inconsiderate prick he always was, doesn't stay buried. Instead, he turns up sprawled across a public beach like an unwant...