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furious.
     
                The doors swooshed open, and all four of us froze for a moment, our eyes swinging to its direction. I hoped it was Constantijin, but this just wasn’t my night at all. A rather large woman in a black-and-white flapper dress gawked.
     
                Brittany was the first to recover. “I said let go of my mother!” She pulled on my gown so hard I heard a tearing sound.
     
                I automatically let go of Brittany Sr., clutching my gown to my body before I found myself in my underwear. Of course, that allowed the older blond bimbo to take advantage and suddenly I had one woman trying to get me bald while the other one wanted me naked.
     
                The large woman screamed, “ Security !”
     
                A siren started wailing out of nowhere, as if triggered by the word. More slapping occurred after that, but this time it was me taking a dose of my own medicine. Brittany got to claw my face, but I got to jab her in the eye. And Brittany Sr. did manage to rip my gown off, but I sort of popped something of hers, and the next thing I knew silicone gel had exploded on three of us.
     
                Then there were the police, the walk of shame – it was all a blur after that, and I couldn’t remember much of it. All I knew then was that Constantijin was nowhere to be found.
     

 
     
    Lesson #3
     
    There is no chastity belt
     
    that your billionaire cannot make you unlock.
     
     
     
    “Yanna?” It took a while before I realized someone had called my name. I was locked with the blond bimbos in a prison cell, wearing an inmate uniform because my gown – Daria’s actually – was beyond hopeless to repair.
     
    But it wasn’t that bad, not really. It could have been a lot worse. We could have been, like, arrested by sexual maniacs with a badge. Or we could have been thrown into a cell occupied by, like, convicted lesbian rapists.
     
    Compared to all the horrifying thoughts that had crowded my mind during the ride, reality was a lot more pleasant. In fact, the police station appeared to be one of the newest in the city – a fairly small one, with the other two cells still empty. The lady officer even offered us coffee as we waited for someone to bail us out and have the paperwork done on who was going to sue whom for God knew what.
     
    All in all, I counted myself lucky. If there had been a real-life hardcore criminal standing even ten feet away from me in this prison, I would have freaked out.
     
    Like what Brittany was doing – or had been doing since we were taken here. Ten minutes ago.
     
    “Oh my God.” That was, like, the five hundredth time she had said that. Five minutes ago.
     
      Seriously, I wanted to freak out, too, and I was sort of doing it, but, like, silently. Besides, the only thing her screams and tantrums did now was to give me a headache.
     
    "This is all your fault!" Brittany spat when she caught me looking at her.
     
    If I didn’t feel so tired, I would have laughed. The shiner I gave Brittany was complemented by her white eyeliner, giving her a Glittery Panda Goddess look. Seeing it made me touch the slash she left on the edge of my face, near my left ear, and I winced in pain because the wound was still fresh.
     
    “Let me out of this fucking hellhole!”
     
    God! Did she, like, have to cuss all the time? Why couldn’t everyone just turn into a ditz like I did when I was stressed out? It was, like, so much calmer – and easier on the ears.
     
    “Oh my God.” That made, what, 501 times for Brittany?
     
    “Yan-na.”
     
                “Oh my God.” That was me, though.
     
                What was Alyx doing here?
     
                “Hello, my beautiful peace-loving friend.” Laughter tinged Alyx's voice.
     
                 I covered my face with my hands. “Shut up.” I suddenly felt sick and miserable, absolutely shamed at