Chapter 32
CHAPTER 32 TUESDAY BROUGHT TOAST again. Toast and the freak running his greasy fingers along my bare thigh under the table. “You should wax,” he said. “It makes your legs smoother.” I’d had enough. “Have you even tried that? Having all your hair ripped out by the roots? Have you?” He shook his head. “Well, go to a salon and let a sadist in a smart white outfit torture you in the name of beauty, then see if you feel the same way. How about that?” “There’s no need to be grumpy.” I huffed. He was away with the f*****g fairies. “Any requests for lunch?” he asked before he left. I smiled sweetly. “How about another Merry Meal?” I couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of my voice, but he totally missed it. “I’ll see what I can do.” It must have been my lucky day because he turned up hours lat
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