“Yes, you! You just got into a car with a man you barely know, without even a hint of restraint!” I say, playfully scolding her. “What did your mother tell you about getting into cars with strange men?” “Make sure you have your taser with you,” she says sarcastically. I glance over at her, narrowing my eyes suspiciously. “Do you have your taser with you?” “No.” This time we both laugh.
