Lisa blew a long wisp of smoke over my head. “Seriously? You did that?”
“Yeah. I’d had it. Ronny and all his bullshit.”
“You got cajones, girl. May be a full-on freak, but you got cajones. You sure you’re a chick?” She raised an eyebrow and pulled on my collar to look down my shirt. “Hmm. Don’t know. Could just be muscle.”
“Hey!” I slapped her hand away then stuck out my chest. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I say, ‘Raquel Welch, watch out because these itty-bitty titties are your new competition’.”
“More like Burt Reynolds. Are you getting some hair there?” Lisa reached for my shirt again with a giggle.
I curled a lip. This was an old joke. Lisa was always giving me a hard time about my small boobies.
I peered through the ceanothus branches to make sure the campus police w
