Chapter 2
Bailey woke up wondering if the previous day had all been a dream. Did I really storm out of Mrs. Cook’s hotel room? Did I really masturbate to a lesbian fantasy? What the hell am I getting into?
Just as her head threatened to explode from too many uncomfortable questions swirling around, a phone rang in the next room. Uta answered it.
“Yes?” After a pause, she said, “Hello Father, it is very good to speak to you… I am here with my friend, Jess. What do you mean? I have told you many times before that I will meet with this young man. But I am very busy… yes, yes… we will talk at another time when I am not busy. Goodbye, father. Yes.”
Although she didn’t know what was being said on the other line, Bailey could sense there was tension.
The feeling of awkwardness was confirmed
