The phone rang again, Shelly was too afraid to answer. A man with a British accent was on the other line...
"Miss Shelly, don't think your father doesn't know the kind of reprehensible life you lead. Why he still provides you with $2,000 a month while you sleep around with those hooigans is beyond me..."
Shelly began to think, 'Maybe I'm not a hooker, maybe I'm just a slut? With a rich father?'
