Hey, I’m not so sure of that! I instinctively react, in silence. Even so, I know now how this is going to end—at least the gist of it. I also know that I’ll be going along with the scheme because of exactly what Pierre said of my agreement, and also because I’m still frantically blooming with s****l heat. Thank goodness it’s enough to see me through the humiliation.
“My question is, has she earned it?” Betsy asks. “I think I could handle it better if I got the feeling she’d done something truly bad. You don’t know how that takes me back.”
By the look in Betsy’s eyes, I think we all do.
“Remember, she doesn’t have to have earned it,” Pierre says, “although in this particular case, she has.”
I suddenly feel Pierre’s hand on my head, moving into my hair, clutching it in his fist. I shiver
