Chapter Twenty-One
“I’m sorry,” Kathrine said. “This is all my fault...”
“I wanted to protest,” Mitz said. “I wanted to hit him. But I couldn’t. He lifted me up onto the railing and before I could think, he was inside me; forcing his way forward. I think I screamed then, but it was too late. He was moving inside me and I just grabbed him about the arms and buried my face into his shoulder. And all the time he was saying I was the best f**k he’d ever had.
“I knew he was lying; he’s a big-time celebrity. I knew other girls would be grateful to trade places with me; would gladly sit on his railing with their knees apart. So I just shut up. Swallowed my pride and my protests. And I tried not to think of Dennis who was waiting patiently at home for my phone call, thinking I was about to land
