#20

"Go away" said MaySa in a hoarse voice. The body trembled from crying. She didn't escape from her father's embrace to come across such an arrogant MaySa. What had she become? Now she was no different from a slave who had the face to support his emotional needs. The violence he had on her made her feel worthless.

Clayton picked up a towel in the tub and wrung out the water. and bent over so that a clean towel wiped away the tears on her face that tried to avoid touching it.

“MaySa, I really like you. I've never felt this way with any woman before...forgive me, sweetheart.” Clayton whispered in his small ear.

"so! Is it important to your feelings? Do I have to tell you I like you too?”