Megan started walking again, increasing her pace, and staring straight ahead as though he did not exist.
He grabbed her arm and tried to hold her back. She shook herself free and strode on.
“I know what it is,” he called after her. “You are embarrassed to face me after... after...”
She stopped in her tracks and turned, glaring into his eyes.
“After what? After you raped me?”
He was shocked.
“I?” he gasped in indignation, but the awful blaze in her eyes quelled his and he could not continue.
“You expect me to treat you with the respect I once did as though nothing has happened?”
He stared at her dumbly, trying to remember the sequence of events on that night. It seemed to him he had very little to do with the initial moves. But perhaps he was wrong. She looked so outraged — so convi
