Did you talk to Terry Wilcox?”
“Yes.”
“How’d that go?”
I had lifted my hand up to shield my eyes from the sun so I could look at him. During my questioning, Lee was looking beyond me to the alley and into the backyards of my neighbors. When he answered, his eyes shifted to me.
“I gave him your excuses for missing dinner on Wednesday.”
“What were those?”
“You’d be with me and I’d be fucking your brains out.”
My vagina went into spasm and my knees went week.
“How’d he take that?” I asked, trying to pretend I wasn’t about to collapse.
“He wasn’t pleased.

Autor: Kristen Ashley

Did you talk to Terry Wilcox?”<br />“Yes.”<br />“How’d that go?”<br />I had lifted my hand up to shield my eyes from the sun so I could look at him. During my questioning, Lee was looking beyond me to the alley and into the backyards of my neighbors. When he answered, his eyes shifted to me.<br />“I gave him your excuses for missing dinner on Wednesday.”<br />“What were those?”<br />“You’d be with me and I’d be fucking your brains out.”<br />My vagina went into spasm and my knees went week.<br />“How’d he take that?” I asked, trying to pretend I wasn’t about to collapse.<br />“He wasn’t pleased. - Kristen Ashley




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