valeriep
She thought he was handsome and so attentive. Then next thing she thought was about the location of her clothing, the pain in her head, the wetness between her legs. Perhaps her drink had been spiked!?
It was well past midnight and outside the wind howled and the cold tore at the shutters on the old clapboard house she shared with her clinically depressed mother. It was a comfortable feeling that she cherished. She usually wallowed in her mother's unreality.