Laney kicked at a rock on the sidewalk. "Well, sorrrry," she said, drawing out the first syllable as much as possible to make her point. "I just figured since your sister is kind of a bimbo and all, no offense, that you'd know all about it. Guess not." She really didn't mean anything harsh when she made point that Josie was a slut. She was. It was common knowledge. It was also common knowledge that Laney didn't like those types of girls, or the things they did or pretended to like just to get guys to like them. She would never prance around in a low cut shirt or stripper heels. It was degrading.
"That sucks. There's always Glory?" She laughed. Like Glory would ever let anyone touch her boobs.