She couldn’t believe this had happened, that it was happening, that even after everything he wouldn’t let up on her. She felt strangely freed, and more secure out here in the open corridor. She still stood firm, emotionless despite her stinging eyes. She was trying to stay cold and unreachable to him, even though he’d now had himself buried in every intimate part of her body she had. Yet another nightmare was starting, and she just couldn’t help but give into her sadness like this and weep. On the day last week that he’d found it, lying on the floor of the vehicle, he’d totally forgotten to dispense of it at work. It was just a couple of strokes, but as he rustled the bedclothes, she quickly stirred. “Thanks. She went to sit up in the chair to relax her muscles some but the result was agony. “I hate you. She sat there, sulking in her seat, like she’d been condemned. The taste was foul against the back of her mouth and she instantly began to cough and gag against it.
