Chapter Twenty-Seven
IT WAS FOUR in the morning before Karla climbed into her own bed. She sent Mitch a text telling him they celebrated her last night at Sand Dune with drinks after closing and she was exhausted and going to bed. She promised to reach out when she woke up and apologized for the short notice. Of course, she left out the more titillating aspects of the celebration. He didn’t need to know that, even if he said he could handle it. He was male. They don’t handle their girlfriend getting banged by others very well. As it was, she’d be getting a spanking anyway for telling him what she did without asking. She would picture him punishing her for screwing Heath and Sean, as opposed to not asking permission to go home instead of to his place and ease her guilt.
Yet, she couldn’t
