Chapter 11
BlairI jerked on the cord for the umpteenth time and the generator’s diesel engine purred, then cut out, yet again. “f*****g fucker. You asshole!” The words sputtered from my lips, directed at the machine as much as they were at the woman upstairs.
She’d planted the seeds of doubt in my mind. The first time I’d had s*x with a man, and my mother had crashed my painting time and subsequently introduced all those stupid fears I’d held about Samson into the front of my mind.
He was a hooker. He was my first time. Thank god, I was on f*****g birth control. My mother had forced me onto the stuff at the first sign of acne in my teenage years and had the cheek to insinuate I’d need it for other reasons soon enough.
“b***h d**k!” I tugged the cord again.
The generator remained silen
