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It was a secret thing from the first. After what he’d done to her, inside of her, deep and up inside her, using his fingers snatching, digging, clawing. You bitch! Cunt! Don’t tell me you don’t want it, cunt! Pushing her down into the seat of the Corvette, the new-smelling leather upholstery, the cold fabric and his furious pale face leaning close, shoving her legs apart, her thighs, the dress ripping and she was too weak, too terrified to resist, even to utter no! And after, brought to the LaPortes’, slipping in quietly in stealth and shame and guilt and in the sparkling hot water, scrubbing herself, sobbing and murmuring to herself and even laughing, giggling, biting her lip to keep from making too much noise, waking Trisha and her parents. A secret and a revelation.
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