Matilda Jenkins waved her hand, "No, no, no, it's not..."
Nathaniel York lowered his head, his eyes locked on Matilda's, their faces less than an inch apart: "You don't want to take responsibility, nor do you want to act shamelessly. So, what do you want to do, Matilda? You do know there's no such thing as a free lunch, don't you?"
Matilda leaned back, "I... know... I know..."
"What else do you know..."
Matilda shivered as she spoke, "I also know there's no such thing as a free ride in this world."
Nathaniel York scoffed sarcastically, "Hmm... how very clear-headed of you!"
Matilda pouted, "Since it has already happened, what do you suggest we do? Anyway... anyway..."
"Anyway what?"
"Anyway, I just... I just want to pull up my pants and deny it." Matilda decided to go all in, gritting her teeth and spitting the words out.
Yes, yes, she knew there were no free rides with men, but... but she just didn't want to admit it.
