"Once a bitch always a whore."

I looked sorrowfully at the small house we parked in front of, "Do we seriously have to do this?"

Dylan took off his seatbelt, "Yes."

"What will we even ask her anyway? Have you been sneaking into my house and baking me cakes?"

"Yes but in a more subtle fashion."

I quickly walked behind him up to the house, "What do you mean by that?" He knocked on the door, "You'll find out soon enough."

"But what if she doesn't want to talk?"

He grinned, "Oh, she will."

The door slowly opened revealing a half naked girl with a strap on around her waist. Dylan seemed unfazed by her appearance but I wanted to tear my eyes out and soak them in bleach.

"Are you Stacey Moore?"

She made a large pink bubble with her bubblegum before popping it, "Who wants to know?"

I was kind of hiding behind Dylan but her glasses covered eyes found me anyway, "Pussy Kat? I didn't see you there." I glared at her, "I told you to stop calling me that."