This wasn't what I did. I didn't go home with guys I barely knew. I stuck to those Cosmopolitan-ordained rules: four dates before you release the goodies. Mika McKellen was no slut. I was a good girl through and through. But I wasn't Mika anymore. I didn't have to stick by the rules to protect my image, to make my parents proud. Raine could have her beefcake and eat it too.
