Taking Down the Pick-Me Girl
Language: en
Three months into our relationship, Rick took me to meet his friends. A few of them scanned me from head to toe with predatory grins. The only other woman there, sitting in the center of the group, offered her critique. “Damn, Rick. This one’s got a better body than any of the others.” “Yeah, but the makeup on her face is so thick you could use it for shoe insoles.” Rick tossed his jacket at her. “Knock it off. Stop talking crap. Stella’s a good girl, a virgin. Don’t you go corrupting her.” “Rick’s living the dream, man. Only the best, only the fresh, am I right? Hahaha.” The woman,…