Chapter Three
There Are No Rules When The Lights Go Out
Angie was curled-up into the corner of the couch. She held one of Bernice's cushions to her chest and tried to hide her n*****s in the folds. She could have wished for a larger cushion.
Not that Angie was a large woman.
She was actually, quite slight of stature. “A tidy piece of work,” a boy had commented after she had removed her clothes for him. But even so, the cushion wasn't adequate. She could clutch it to her chest or lay it in her lap, but either way, she was displaying a lot of her personal territory to anyone who cared to look. But the men had already had a good look; taken photographs.
What Angie really wanted was, not a cushion, but a really good cry, unfortunately that wouldn't help right now. She needed to get dresse
