“Aww, bless, she thinks she can act like an adult and get into a grown-up argument. Go find your playpen, Button. Leave the big people to sort things out between them.” Miranda laughs at me, coming forward aggressively, and some guy saunters in behind her.

“Ready to go?” He slides his hand around Natasha and eyes me up sleazily. His slimy slow crawl up my body makes me instantly hate him. Another perverted asshole with a ticket to make women’s skin crawl.

Classy man, ...