Chapter Twenty - Harry’s, Act One
“You ready to party?” Abul asked.
“No,” Kathy said quickly, “I want to go home. Take me home.”
Richie half turned toward her, drew his arm back and with an open hand slapped her. He drew his arm back again. “Please, Richie!” she cried, as she wedged herself into the corner of the car.
Richie slid across the seat and, leaning over her, his misshapen face inches from hers, his cold spittle spraying her reddened cheek, stuttered, “K...k...k...kiss.” Obediently, she lifted her head and pressed her parted lips against his. She felt the color spread from her cheeks down to her breasts and felt her n*****s stiffen, and then the rush of warm wetness between her legs. Hating herself, but unable to do otherwise, she held Richie’s face between her hands and gr
