“He was in the bathroom with me,” I admit. “But we… we’re strangers.”
“Did you have s*x with him?”
The trembling in my hands is getting worse. I try to squelch the reaction by wringing them together.I’m positive that if I lie, she’ll see through me.
“Yes,” I say. “But… it was a… a… a one-time thing.” I hate how dirty I feel just saying those words.
I’m not that kind of girl. But Isaak Vorobev made me one.
He bent me over a sink and made me beg for all of him.
“Please,” I say desperately when she doesn’t say anything. “I have nothing to do with the man. I justwant to go home.”
“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” the woman in the scarf says icily. “Not now.”
The sob pushes out through my teeth. “Why are you doing this to me?” I ask. “What have I done?”
“How do you hit a man without an
