Chapter 65 Disconcerting Encounters

• Yvaine.
• I got into the car and Kim and I headed to one of the most exclusive bars, where my rebellious friend used to go when she was modeling in New York.
• -"Well, Yvaine, start telling and don't leave anything out,"- that's how I ended up that night, crying in my friend's arms, slightly drunk, while I told her what had happened and how my wonderful husband had helped me snap out of the shock I was in. Although, on several occasions, I had to hold back a drunk Kim, who wanted to cut off my attacker's male attributes.