Chapter Six
The Offer
I escort her to my small room in the adjacent building without the eyes of the faithful seeing us. Once inside, I lock the door for privacy.
“Please, make yourself comfortable,” I say.
Dorothy sits on the edge of my narrow bed.
“Would you like a drink of water, Dorothy?” I ask.
“Thank you. Do you need some help?”
“No.”
After pouring her a glass of water, I go into the bathroom to bandage my cut. Then I sit down on a chair beside the bed.
A long awkward pause passes between us. She sets her drink down on a small table beside the bed.
“Are you in any pain?” I ask.
“No. All I felt was pleasure from you,” she says.
Dorothy moved from the edge of the bed and kneeled on the floor, nestling her body between my legs and resting her head in my lap. I put my arm o
