"That's right. And you'll continue to keep yourself as attractive as you can be. Or you'll be punished. And as far as acting like an airhead, let's...face it Stacie-- teenage girls like you aren't exactly know for their IQs. No one expects you to know too many three syllable words as long as you keep yourself looking so adorable. And about acting like a bimbo, you should understand that showing the world that you like being pretty and showing yourself off is completely natural for a girl. Not in the way that could have allowed me to feel normal rather than like the dirty-minded good-for-nothing everyone thought I was.Jordan touched my shoulder softly.I didn’t jerk, but my head came up quick. I met her eyes and let her see the pain I was feeling. I didn’t want pity, but what was the point in hiding it?Her face softened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”I shook my head. “Not your fault. You don’t know me. You couldn’t know.”She shook her head in turn. “No, Seth, from what. “Where are you staying?” Chevy asked me, back at the bar counter.When I mentioned the hotel he let out an approving sigh, telling me that he had heard that this was the fanciest hotel in the city.“Would you like to see it?” I asked.“Fuck yeah,” he replied.“Well… let’s go,” I answered.Chevy was very nervous about his appearance as we drove to the hotel in a taxi. I assured him that as the elevators were before the reception area and therefore, he had nothing to be concerned about. Once we. “Philadelphia.” I watched him nod and smile, obviously excited to have an American sailor in his café. “Yes, Philadelphia, I have cousin in Chicago,” he said, pausing. “I want to go to America someday and make money.” When he left, I looked out at the Mediterranean and marveled at how calm the blue water seemed. I drank my beer and enjoyed the view and the quiet. After a few minutes, I heard a sound inside the café and was stunned to see a young, petite woman wearing a tight, very short black.