Chapter Two- Is He Married or Not?"Is this how it's going to be every time we go out now?" Becka emitted a long puff of air disdainfully, peering over her shoulder and facing me with a sneer. Just like myself, she was not particularly fond of Greta: the woman on dad's payroll.Because of some past transgressions, especially the most recent ones( trust me, peer pressure is very real), dad hired Greta, a thirty year old, uptight, strict as a wicked Catholic high school nun, walking prick, to be my bodyguard, babysitter or parole officer or whatever she is- because dad staunchly believes that I now need someone to follow me everywhere I go and keep me in line.And trust me, I am no delinquent or scoundrel, I just somehow always find myself at the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong people. To be honest, I do not have the firmest backbone and I am putty and easy to manipulate, that's why I prefer self-conceited, self-assured, stern, dominant, older men. I do not like authority
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