I feel a sheet being draped around my shoulders, covering my almost naked body as I still hang over the toilet, wrenching what feels like every single cell out of my body. I’m thankful to be covered up, but what I have done, what he has seen makes it not even matter. I have been violated even if I wanted this, needed this, needed the money to help my mom.
“Cory… Are you okay?” Mister Watson asks.
I shake my head from one side to the other, but I try my best to get up, allowing him to take me by the arm and lift me off the floor. I am slightly aware of the toilet flushing and a tap opening. Only when I feel him washing my face for me, the cold water dripping from my chin do I turn to look at him. He looks the way I have always known him, fully dressed. The only difference is that he doesn
