Ch. 6: She seemed a little ... dirty, as in unbathed.

She seemed a little ... dirty, as in unbathed. Her hair hung in her face, and her clothes appeared to be tugged and torn against her athletic body. This was the type of woman who, well, let's say you introduced her to your mom. Your mom would lead you by the hand out to the car and drive you far away. But my mom wasn't around. And I intended to investigate this beauty and this beast. My name is @katieblair, she said, leering at me under her hair. I design stationery. "Of course," I thought. "That explains EVERYTHING."