Chapter 42 Who Would Give Me Flowers?

• I snapped out of my reverie immediately and cursed myself for even thinking about the lewd scene in the first place.
• Are you some shameless hussy, Shelly? Hasn’t he hurt you enough already? He wasn’t helping you when he plowed you aggressively in the car—he was taking advantage of you! I chided myself. I was sure that I would have been able to endure the effects of the drug without him, and that my preservation would have gotten me through the night.
• The next morning, I slipped into flat-soled shoes and dragged my aching body to work.