Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
"Ch-change what?" I stammered, while my eyes were widening in realization. Oh no, I had spoken to the Don without his permission! My heart raced, and I instinctively bit my lip in trepidation.
"Pardon me, Don, for not asking your permission to speak." I stuttered again, while my gaze fell to my lap, afraid to meet his intense stare.
"It's fine," He replied, while his tone was surprisingly calm. "I will allow you to speak to me freely only if you answer my questions truthfully." I could feel his eyes on me, scrutinizing my each and every reaction, waiting for my response.
"Yes, Don," I managed to say, while my voice was barely above a whisper.
"Have you been f****d before?" He asked and the words spilling from his lips with a bluntness that struck me l
