"With my history?" The one good thing about Roxie was that she felt no shame about her sexual history. She was who she was, she'd done who she'd done, and people were free to judge her on that all she liked, but she would never stand to be slut shamed by anyone.

That still didn't give Alex the right to see when her boyfriend was going to diddle her doodle, though.

Or is it doodle my diddle? Regardless.

"Wingate?" Roxie paused. "Resting bitch-face?" Roxie paused, closed her eyes, and breathed in deeply.

It couldn't be, could it?

Roxie stood up, walked over to the granite kitchen counter, and reached into her purse, pulling her phone out. She stalked back over to the table, sat down, and rifled through the pictures, finally coming across an old one that had survived many a phone data transfer.

"Have you seen pictures? Is that the girl?"