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Penny
“Penny?” Pete pressed his fingers under my chin and turned my face to look at him. We were in bed after that long auction night at the club and I was exhausted from all of our love-making. Pete was a certifiable machine in bed.
“Yes?”
“I am so sorry for hurting you.”
It finally started to sink in and for the first time in ten years, I allowed myself to believe it. Pete was apologetic and not only that; it had never been his intention to hurt me. He took responsibility for the part he played in the prank, but the truth of it was that it hadn’t been about him. It was a dare that some other boys put him up to and because of his age and inexperience, it was the sort of thing he fell into. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and it was awful what had happened to me. It had
