Megan ‘helps’ Paige

“Don’t worry,” Megan said, cutting off Paige’s stammering. “I’ll give this little one a ride home.”

“Thanks.” Marshall breathed a sigh of relief. He really couldn’t be bothered to deal with Paige, who he foolishly thought to be a boy. “The little dude looks cold. We’ll finish your tattoo for free some other time. And don’t worry tough guy, we’ll finish yours soon too.”

Marshall tousled Paige’s perfectly styled hair, spoiling her hairstyle. Then Megan put her arm around Paige’s bare shoulders, giving her chills and pulling her away, farther from her clothes, ID and money!!!