“We’re sure it is,” the Raven striker said, “seeing how you’re dating a prostitute.” “Stripper,” Dan corrected as she showed up and wound an arm around Matt’s waist. Her stilettos hung off her fingers by their thin straps and she jiggled them as she spoke. “Hopefully you’re smart enough to distinguish between the two professions. If you’re not, I have serious concerns about your academic standings.” Neil.”
