I opened the bathroom doors, and Kat clumsily and hurriedly put away her phone. I strode up behind her and put my arms around her.

"You look like a whore," I said.

She squirmed out from my embrace and turned around to give me a kiss.

"I act like one, too," she said.

"That's good," I said, "because you are one."

"Did you hear me talking to him?" she asked with trepidation.

"Yes," I admitted.

"It's part of the game he plays, I want you to know," she said.

"It didn't quite sound that way, but I trust you," I said.

"It really is," she said. "I promise."

"But you...