When we reached our cars I shouted back to him, “Hey, Jim.” When he turned around I pulled up my sweatshirt and my sports bra and flashed him the telltale tits. “See. I told you so.” He winced and turned away. “Jesus, you fuckin’ freak. I don’t need to see that shit.
... and yet she flashes him anyway. It's presented as fun, but it'd be seen as downright abusive if gender-reversed.
