She grabbed my face with both hands and hauled me up to eye level. Her mascara had given up completely and run in two dark tracks down her cheeks, and her blue hair hung plastered to her neck. She looked wrecked and beautiful and furious about both.
"Take off my panties," she ordered. "Then turn me around, and don't make me ask twice, because I asked twice on the porch at the farmhouse and I'm still mad about it."
"You said please on that porch."
"I remember what I said, and I'm choosing to hold it against you forever."
I hooked my thumbs into the lace and dragged it down her thighs. She stepped out of it and kicked it into the corner of the stall like it had personally offended her. Then she turned and braced both hands on the plastic wall, and she arched her back and looked at me over her shoulder with her lower lip caught between her teeth.
