I dragged my sour and squishy body to work the next morning and became helpless in sorting through documents. When I remembered that he fucked me till daybreak last night, I had a headache.
"Did Mr. Donald get you home safely last night, Trista?" Brenda abruptly pushed her head out, startling me!
"This..." I'm at a loss for words; all I can say is, "I drank too much last night, and I'm not sure what happened afterwards..."
Brenda may have known I lived with Donald !
"Didn't you just have one glass last night ?"
"That wine has a strong enough aftertaste. I become woozy after only one cup!"
"So I guess Mr. Donald sent you securely to the door! Because that is exactly what I instructed him to do!"
"Ah?"