All of this was so weird, weird enough for her to feel hornyor maybe that was just the dregs of Haverleighs rape an hour before.
At first, she sat primly in a chair before his desk, then she moved to the couch on the back wall, feeling much more hidden and less vulnerable. Fifteen minutes went by at a ponderous clip, her nervous energy was at a raw edge and she couldnt get comfortable on the couch. But just as she was about to try another seat, Ben moved into the office through a side door, wearing his black judicial robes.
He stopped short as soon as he spotted Carly sitting on the couch, looking like a scared rabbit about to run.
Carly! What are you doing here?
I had to see you. She realized that she could barely speak.
Are you okay?
No, no, Im not okay, not at all. She
