Everything I had been holding back for years suddenly came bubbling up to the surface. All the years of silently putting up with the the heart-piercing, debasing verbal assaults from guys like this. I was done. Before I knew it I found myself across the street, face to face with the guy in the polo
“Football Princess” seemed a fitting moniker, except for the lace dresses which I literally tore off my body. Who was I kidding? I didn’t want to be a princess. I wanted to be a mechanic.