Page 35 of Sinister Legacy
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Cassie blinks at me through a sliver of her curtain when I knock on her window. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she gulps.
“Let me in.”
Cassie pulls her curtains shut. I rub my hands over my freezing arms while I wait for her to open the window.
I could have knocked on her door, but I didn’t want anyone to know I’m here, which is why I cut through the forest that lines the back of her property. That way, I could avoid the houses on the street and the nosy neighbors.
Sneaking past the cops parked outside the front of my house was easier than I thought. So easy, in fact, I should leave a formal complaint. But then they would know, and I don’t want that.
Cassie finally slides her curtains open and lets me in through the window. Her bedroom smells strongly of air freshener, as though she sprayed some before opening the window.
“What took you so long?” I ask, my feet landing on the floor.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, ignoring my question as she shuts the window and pulls the curtains shut.
Hiding from King.
I can’t possibly take another fucking tonight. I’m so sore that I can barely walk, and my welts burn and throb. I need time to heal and rest. “I wanted to spend time with you. With everything that’s going on…”
Her eyes soften, and she pulls me in for a hug.
My nose pricks. “Did you spray on perfume just now?”
“I was stinky.” She lets me go and takes a seat on her bed. “Where’s Liam tonight?”
My pussy stings as I join her on the mattress. I lean back against the headboard, placing a pillow behind my back. “I blew him off.” And then, as an afterthought, I add, “I wanted to see you instead.”
It’s not a complete lie.
“Can I sleep here tonight?”
“Of course you can. You’re always welcome.” She reaches for my hand, and we link our fingers.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“What makes a whore?”
Cassie chokes on her own spit. “What?”
“Is it how many partners you’ve had in the past or how many you fuck at the same time?”
“What do you meanat the same time?Like an orgy?”
“Well, I suppose…” I shrug. “But I meant if you have more than one sexual partner at any one time. Would you be a whore if you fucked three guys, but not at the same time?”
Cassie slides her hand from mine and scoots further up on the bed, her back against a poster on the wall. “I don’t think a woman is a whore because she fucks more than one guy.”
“What about the things she enjoys?”
“Positions?”
“Amongst other things. What about women with fetishes? Things like rape fantasies and fetishes for pain and degradation?”
“Where are these thoughts coming from?”
