Chapter 789 The Nest :>Ep7

• When Tom left only the memory remained and the doubts and horror came flooding back. I hadn't done any different to thousands of girls my age. Those who had steady boyfriends or fiancés. Even the sort who met lads in the pub, or hitchhiked in return for a rumble on a backseat, never to see the guy again. It was just the same, except I couldn't escape from the tag I'd given myself. I was a prostitute. Doing it for money. Selling my body. Somehow that made it sordid. Shameful.
• Okay, I was living in a country home and enjoying good food. I didn't have to trundle out in the cold to work in a dirty factory. Nevertheless, however I considered it, I was selling my pussy to dirty old men. And in between, I was parading myself naked. Like shop goods on display.
• I did exactly what Tina had said I would do. I threw up in the toilet.