Nadine Point Of View. I immediately recognized the lady.

It was the same lady who had accosted me at the bar, threatened me, and told me to stay away from Clayton. She had said her name, but I could not now recall it.

"Hi, Nadine," she said, smiling.

Clayton must have told her my name. She wore a crop top that revealed a pierced navel, and her leather miniskirt exposed her thighs.

"Hi, Nadine," Clayton said, coming over to me and stroking my chin.

"What is this?" I asked him.

"Oh, nothing," he ...