Chapter Seventeen
When I was seventeen…
I could flip the guys off with a coy smile and they would come running my way faster than ever. I learned this trick from my best friend, Colleen, who had a mouth on her a mile wide and as the boys would find out later, a cunt a mile deep. Where Colleen was a brash redhead with a body, in the colloquial language of the time, built like a brick shithouse, I was considered much more demure, even while flipping off my latest suitor with a saucy grin. We may have lived in the luxurious world of privilege, but we acted like hard-knock girls off the street, cussing and sparring with potential boyfriends as if we could go through hundreds and they’d still be pawing at our doorsteps. We were the debutants from hell, designer dressed to look like sluts, wit
