"I don't," Marcie muttered. "Nobody respects me, so why should I respect them? Men don't listen to me unless they want to fuck me. Women call me a slut and tell lies. What's the fucking point in trying." She fell silent a moment, thinking about the men who surrounded her.
"Maybe I should be more like John. He knows people don't like him and he doesn't care. He still fucks the wives and daughters of his clients and colleagues. Not now. Now he's been out of town for nearly a month on "vacation", otherwise known as "skipping town because someone wasted his top hench-person and he's scared it'll either get pinned on him or he's next". And also trying to convince his girlfriend he's completely normal. You know he hit her? that's why they broke up. And somehow he's convinced her to trust him again." She made a face of disgust. "It's all a front. Lies."