“You’re innocent, Liz, a fucking virgin, and you want to work at a strip club?” he growls. “First of all, it’s none of your business, but I’m actually not a virgin. Second of all, there was not one single question on my application for this place about my sexual history,” I say, completely pissed off. “Who the fuck have you been with since we were together?” he asks. I can see his face turning red.
