These women continue to giggle with Claire's story, as I stand frozen from what I've recently heard. I could imagine myself already sewing Claire's loud filthy mouth with my grandmother's needle. I feel furious that I couldn't stop myself from reacting even Dmitri and I don't have any labels, "What did you just say?"
Claire jumps out as she sees me just behind the curtain, she stutters, "M-ms. Anderson, I didn't know you are still here."
"Well, I can clearly see that since you've been bragging about how you got f****d by Dmitri," my words struck her straight to her heart. She flustered.
"B-but, he's the one who-", she tries to explain herself while the other girl is just staring at me.
"Who wanted it? And you think you can just open your v****a to anyone who asks for your aid
