And said, “For your…” she motioned to her own behind and said nothing else.
When I was ready she beamed, “You’re pretty as a picture.” Sarah glanced at her wristwatch, “Okay, he’ll be here soon. Something to drink first?”
I shook my head at her. I didn’t have any desire to go out on a date with this guy. How could I be in public and pretend to be okay with all of this?
I was mad at myself, mad for responding to him sexually.
I didn’t want to think about it but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Was I some kind of mutant?
Was I just in shock from everything that had happened in the past few days?
Was it all self-preservation? Maybe I could get away. But what if I failed?
What would he do to me then?
I started to think that all this was all my fault. Karmic justice.
I’d alway
