"Someone had to teach them a lesson for you," Aurora shrugged, getting up slowly with that mischievous look on her face. "My legs are asleep. Give me a hand?"

I was helping her up, trying not to laugh, when Susan came clicking over in her heels.

"Who the hell do you think you are, trashing my car?" she snarled, looking at Aurora like she was dirt.

Aurora just clapped, cool as a cucumber. "Oh, that Porsche? Yeah, it's toast."

"Listen here, ...