The world is small... damn small.
What are the chances that the boy Melania met online and is now on a date with… turns out to be Tyler?
Yes, that Tyler—Elaine's ex-boyfriend.
Seriously, how desperate or messed up does a thirty-year-old have to be to agree to a date with a twelve-year-old girl? And at night too—though in the afternoon it wouldn't have been any less wrong.
Of course, someone who doesn't know wouldn't guess she's only twelve—she looks at least fifteen or sixteen. But that excuse might work for someone like me, barely eighteen, not for a thirty-year-old. The fact she looks fifteen instead of twelve doesn't change much for that perverted creep.
Needless to say, Elaine didn't take it well.
«That bastard, that pathetic sack of shit… I swear I'll call the police right now and have him locked behind bars for the rest of his life!» she mutters, so furious that her ears look like they're steaming like a locomotive.
