CHAPTER SIX
"Say, you look different today, honey," Dee Burke said to Cindy.
It was Monday afternoon, the two girls were sitting in a booth at a new cafe near a big shopping center, having coffee. Cindy had an hour off, Dee had called and Cindy was sure the pretty blonde wanted to talk more about Carl's friend and a double date.
"What do you mean, "different?" Cindy asked. She was in her work clothes, a man's shirt, denim pants, the usual sneakers. She had spent a horrible Sunday, thinking nostalgically about Curt, locked in her room most of the day, playing with her cunt time after time . . .
Her parents thought something was really wrong with her. But they had gone for a drive, leaving her alone in the house most of the day, which had suited her just fine. She had not followed throug
