“Mr. Jackson, has it ever occurred to you that when a woman dresses up, she’s doing it to feel good about herself, and your opinion matters for less than zero? I just divorced a man who had no respect for me or his daughter. What in the actual hell makes you think I’d try to seduce you? What makes you worthy? This?” She waves a hand at me exactly as I was waving a hand at her a moment ago. And I shrink. I shrink.
