(..) maybe I needed a little closeness. You never had a quickie at the club, right? Or snuck some skinny college boy up to your sorority room. And my thong? I think it makes my ass look good. And some days, I need to feel good about something. And you judge me? Well, guess what? (..)

(..) Relax. I hate the ''darlings'', the ''sweethearts''. No need to tell me how hard it is being a woman here. You're helping by wearing a thong and hooking up in the on-call room. Word gets around. You talk like that, do you even know my name? I spend every second of my life (..)