Girl Next Door Ch 02
I lay in bed, my head pounding, and I stared at the ceiling. A dull ache throbbed in my abdomen and the back of my thighs. I was cold, and a mound of blankets and sheets sat huddled on top of me like a fabric mountain, wrinkled and sweat-stained. Despite how I felt, I couldn’t help but flash on the images of the day: Mrs. Tasker on top of me, bucking, and Maddy in the doorway, watching. I felt used, sore, and drained, and I wanted more. My cell phone came to life, and I realized I was...