I was returning to the original scene of the crime.
Not the real crime, but what jump-started it all. A large crowd of people was moving toward the bleachers with us. Casey and I shared a look when we walked over to where the d**k Crushing event happened. She leaned over, a faint trace of a smile showing. “You were very fierce that day.”
“The fucker had to come at me from behind the next time. Imagine if he hadn’t? Forget d**k Crusher. It could’ve been a d**k Rip-Off Event.”
She smothered her laughter into her sleeve.
Kristina glanced back. “What are you guys talking about?”
“I’ll tell you later,” Casey said.
Sarah and Laura were farther ahead, weaving through the crowds and leading us. We got to the bleachers, and it was then that it happened.
A small hush settled over the seats cl
