C22 Chapter Twenty Two

Kill the Bitch

ONE MONTH AGO

I TRIED TO get out of a bachelorette party. Of course, Bridgette would hear none of it. I suggested a quiet dinner at a nice restaurant. And so of course we ended up at a male strip club.

We had front row seats to the “raunchiest ranchers in town.” Cowboys in assless chaps danced around the stage pulling off bits of their clothes to reveal ever more chiseled