Chapter 818 Age Is Not An Excuse

• Skylar winced and rubbed her stomach through her clothes. But instead of offering an apology, the boy made a ridiculous face at her—sticking out his tongue and rolling his eyes so far back that most of what she saw was the whites.
• Inside the living room, Claudia wasn't alone. Sitting with her was another woman, a few years younger but not by much. She wore an ink-black gown and nude-colored stockings, her hair tightly curled into neat spirals.
• Suddenly, the boy spat in Skylar's direction. She barely had time to react before the spit landed squarely on her pants.