Amina
I walk in the street as if I’m drunk. Faltering aimlessly, staring in front of myself. I simply can’t come round from the shock, my brain can’t seem to comprehend what has happened, and my body is still affected by the events. I feel him on me everywhere. The heat of his hand on my waist, my back, his mouth on my neck and my face, his tongue in my mouth, and my every part is tingling. Again and again, I replay the events in my head. Huffing and puffing, I went after him into the storage room, I can recall the anger and frustration that had filled me, and my resolve to give him a good piece of my mind, calling him to account for the way he was treating me. Then something happened when he stepped close to me, and from the moment he pressed his mouth against mine, I found myself in a w
