“What she meant to say,” said Chastity, “is that she can’t tonight because we’re in the middle of a super awesome girls’ night. How about Saturday at 8?” Dr. Lyons grinned from ear to ear. “Done.” He turned to me. “I’ll pick you up at 8.” “I don’t…” I started, but Chastity pulled me inside and slammed the door. “Ah!” she squealed. “You have a date! And he’s ridiculously hot. No wonder you tried to rape him.”
