I’m trying so hard to be good, but this dress won’t let me. I grab at the hem to pull it down again, but before I can, I notice Andrew taking another look. And this time when I catch him, he grins at me. “What?” he says. Boy, he must be really drunk. “You’re looking at my legs!” “So?” His grin widens. “You have great legs. And there’s no harm in looking.”
