A group of guys passed us with a whistle, one of them checking us out. Tara beamed. I scowled. The oldest guy with reddish hair puckered his lips at me and made a kissing noise, rattling off a crass comment about the way my ass looked in my jeans. “See?” Tara glowered after they’d whizzed by, sounding bummed out that she hadn’t been on the receiving end of sexual harassment.
