Catherine’s POV
Nervous, I check my watch. Just f*****g great. I'm going to be late for my first appointment. I straighten my short black hair and smooth my plain khaki skirt over my knees. Maybe I should have just driven myself instead of taking the DART. If I wasn't such a prude, I wouldn't have cared if anyone saw my car sitting outside her place. I try to look innocent as another group of people load onto the train. I feel as if, even though I'm dressed conservatively, in a khaki skirt and white button down shirt, people can see what I'm about to do. Why am I even attempting this? It's something I've always wanted to do but I just don't know about this...
I have been a slutty b***h all my life and I knew that I had f****d up. No one in their right mind would help me. I had been used
