It took me a moment to wrap my head around that. "Holy shit, you are twisted, Abbie."

"Well if I am, I ain't the one who did the twisting. Now what do I gotta do? What's your fantasy girl? You want me to be a prissy little princess bitch like Taylor?"

(Taylor? The girl who last night told me how she'd ripped a handful of pubes off of a guy from Westmoore High because he'd told somebody at a party she dressed slutty? Yeah, move over, Meghan Markle.)

But Abbie kept right on going. "You want me to wear a schoolgirl outfit and call you 'sir'? Wear a cheerleader uniform...