Jessica walked back to the table, her legs shaky and her hands still trembling slightly beneath the thin restaurant apron she quickly retied. She forced her face into the blank, tired mask of a server who just finished a long shift. Alex’s table was empty, which was both a relief and a confirmation that she was truly alone in the aftermath.
Her classmates immediately noticed her.
"Jess, where did you disappear to?" Bea asked, her brow furrowed with concern. "You were gone for quite a while. We thought maybe Ate Anne had put you back to work."
"Yeah, we were just about to leave," Ginny added.
Jessica’s mind raced. She couldn't admit she had been held captive in the family washroom, nor could she offer a casual excuse. The truth of the experience, the pain, the humiliation, the sheer dom
