Chapter Eight
Journal entry
I’ve just put Ann to bed. Those two bastards I’d fired, Cory Jefferson and Ned Warren, had her for over three hours. It’s obvious they got her drunk and probably made her smoke m*******a. When they carried her to the car she had passed out. Her skirt and blouse and shoes were missing. All she had on was the suit jacket. I’m sure each one of them must have f****d her several times. I’m also sure she had to suck them off more than once. Poor Ann. What she is
going through is all my fault but there’s nothing I can do. Even if we make it through the ninety days, nothing will ever be the same for us again. I’d divorce her now if that would help. I’d take all the blame if that would help – but it’s Ann they want. They don’t really give a s**t about me. Whether she’
