189: SUMMERTIME'S GLADNESS

Things had changed. Madison, for once, appreciated her ability to be impulsive. Most people did well and understood a gentle letdown, while some needed a fist to their face or a forehead in Elan's case. Headbutting the pervert was one of the top ten most iconic things she'd ever done. Had it hurt? Yes. Did a bump form on her forehead afterward? Yes, but had she enjoyed the look of shock and horror on his face afterward? Hell yeah! Now, she could have some peace and not go to some boring lunch or dinner only to be leered at and objectified. He had completely believed her threats, which was good, except for the fact that she had lied about having proof. She'd just said that with enough seriousness to convince him she had something. And she knew he might have doubts about it, but he was certainly not ready to fuck around and find out. Meanwhile, she was still a little bit scared and uncomfortable around him. Even though he'd stopped harassing her. There was just something eerie about h