She thought about going away and finding someplace to sit down for a while, but put that thought aside. If she had to wait for Peter she wanted to be able to look at him. She watched him lead the woman he’d gotten the book for up to the register, nod politely and turn back to wait on someone else. Hot xxx 18 She knew she had to run away—get as far from this unholy scene as possible—wipe it from her memory! This was not happening! But her feet remained rooted to the floor and she found herself unable to look away. She stared and stared, the image of what the little whore was doing, the obscenity of it, burning itself into her mind. And right alongside of it images of his—Peter’s—face in the dim light: the look of blissful pleasure, the affectionate, loving
