My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet
I am now, she’d probably laugh until her lungs collapsed.
“Hello, Sandy. Long time, no see,”
I stammered, my fake confidence shaking like bad mascara in the rain. She smiled. Wide. Too wide. Her lipstick was perfect, not a smudge, but her teeth were clenched like she wanted to bite me in half.
“How did you—”
I caught myself. Wrong question. Never ask a psycho how they did it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tried instead, shifting to step around her.