Eleven
Duke
Careena wore baggy shirts so much I had no clue of her shape until I stepped into the warehouse and saw her wearing only a bra and a pair of pants so tight every curve of her behind strained against the material.
I should have left after dropping Alice off, but I stayed. Like a fool. Then I heard her story and something in my heart twitched. I saw Careena, but instead of my usual annoyance, my brain shifted to ‘protect’ mode. In that split second, the thought of her in pain upset me.
When our eyes locked and Careena stalked over, something urged me to run. Again, I stood still, admiring her body and her soul—the parts of her that had overcome her circumstances and started a program to help others do the same.
I come to my senses when she drags me outside, but it’s too late
