"James," Kat said stiffly. She did a shuffle-step, as if she didn't know whether to stop or keep going.

"Katherine," he said with an awkward formality that was disquieting.

"James," I said.

"John," he said. His eyes were hard. He knew. I smiled at him. The smile of the winner. To the victor goes the spoils, I thought to myself arrogantly.

"Well, that wasn't awkward," I said when we got back in the car.

"I don't care if I ever see him again," she said through clenched teeth.

"It makes me really glad to know that, this time, after cumming up your ass in a public restroom, you won't be...