Everyone is taking pictures of us with their cells and hugging us before Anna calls out, “Can I get you guys something to drink?” Scott looks down at me waiting for an answer, “I’ll have whatever you’re having,” I say to him. He follows Anna into the kitchen while everyone else follows me into the living room. Lara is beaming when she asks me, “So what does it feel like to be an Olympic champion?”

“I don’t know,” I appear to be contemplating her question, “why don’t you tell me what it feels like being a whore?” I ask her. My words slap her in the face. I think it's...