Short Story: No Salad

“You shoulda seen it”, Miranda started. “I mean I was just giving it to this little bitch. Just destroying this little bitch. And he fucking loved it. I mean, I don’t really care if he did or not – he needed it. He wanted it. And he had those jeans on – and a shirt. And it was kinda driving me wild. Or at least if I ever got in any shit that’s what I’d …