Autumn thought for a second. “He set it up like he was trying to get a rise out of me. Trying to see how much shit I was willing to take. But no, he didn’t give it until he was sure I was straight.”

“So he didn’t want you to teach his gay son to write until he had seen you,” Montana gestured at her body, with a slight smile creeping onto his face, “and until he was sure you were straight.”

“Are you saying it was a requirement that I be ...