"I wasn't trying to look like a hooker. I was a girl in a pink dress and wobbly heels walking through the park close to midnight. The very picture of what mothers tell their daughters not to do. He got hooker because it was the only thing I think he could think of that explained it. I really couldn't tell if he was relieved by the truth or disappointed, rich boys love the idea of 'saving a fallen woman'. But yeah, he knows what I am and it's not a big deal, he really loves cats and he's down with all the purring so win-win until he asks me if I'm flirting with Tom-cat."
Opening the first bag she grabbed the first sandwich she was able and read the label before tossing it to her, "Have a Lex Luthor, it's cheese, chicken fried chicken, chicken fried steak, more steak, french dressing and mozzarella sticks."