"What more do you expect, Joey? A picture to make it last longer? I mean, really!"

"What more do you expect, Joey? A picture to make it last longer? I mean, really!"

She was infuriated. What a waste of time and dignity. She bumped against him as she stepped off the porch. There were plenty of guys around town who would be willing to do a whole lot more in order to get a look at some nice teenage boobies. Joey wasn't the only one. She smiled as she walked on, empowered by her ability to define her worth.

"Yes," he replied.

And not realizing that her question was to be taken with any degree of accountability, she just turned, crooked up her face, and said, "Huh?"

"Yeah, you show me your tits, you let me touch them, I take a picture, and then you're free to go."

Well, when he puts it that way, it all sounds so simple. But her prior thoughts were rebounding. There were plenty of guys out there who couldn't possibly be half as bad as Joey. And though she was putting herself out there on the market, so to speak, she still felt above it in a way: Like some kind of teenage royalty.

Recognizing Elyse's indecisiveness, he shouted with a pointed finger: "Don't snub me again, Elyse. You do owe me this, at least."

Then, she replied: