By the time Wendy managed to dress the girls and get them out of the house, Montreal’s car was waiting for them.
Wendy stared out the window for most of the drive, feigning interest in the scenery passing by. The twins were doing all the talking. She didn’t look at Montreal, but the tension in the air between them was palpable, and the sheer amount of anger and frustration was overwhelming. Wendy wasn’t even sure why. It wasn’t like Montreal was her ex or something; it wasn’t like they had been dating; there was no reason this should affect him.
She had sucked her professor’s dick for a few weeks, granted, it's not something she was proud of, had been dragged along to annoy Joseph Montreal and got paid handsomely for it. She was finally done whoring herself out, and now she had a few months to find a better job without worrying about the bills every day. So everything was fine. Great. Fantastic, actually.