Aimee's eyes lit up. "So it'll hurt him a little. It's time he found out how it feels to get hurt."
"What are you trying to do? Punish him?"
"That's between me and him."
"No. I think it's between you and somebody else." Gabby examined Aimee. "You're using him to punish somebody else."
"It's between him and my ass!" Aimee shouted.
"Don't show me your bruise again," Gabby said. "Please listen to me. He's in trouble. Don't make it worse for him. You must have been in trouble yourself. You must know what it means to need help."
"And who got me in trouble?" Aimee spat. "The nice respectable safe ones like you."
"Why are you so hostile to me? You think I look down on you, don't you. Why are you so class conscious?"
"Class my ass! What the hell do I care about class? They all gimme a lousy time ... all of them. So now it's my turn to hand out a little grief."
"Stop whining, Aimee. You're just feeling sorry for yourself. I'm doing the same thing you are, but I'm not whining. Half the women in the world are too, and they don't whine either."