I hate it when a woman asks me for help and I witlessly decide to go ahead and give it, regardless of dozens of perfectly good reasons not to. I hate it when I get threatened and strong-armed into doing something stupid and risky. And I hate it when someone takes the moral high ground on me and wins. Justine had just done all three, but I couldn’t hold it against her. She just looked too sweet and helpless.
Uggggghhhhhhh
