But we didn't make love. The tension started to build up between us and we weren't talking. Finally I suggested a rape counselor or crisis counselor o... any damned kind of counselor.Jenny said, "Can't we just talk? I am not ready to tell anyone what I just went through. It's too humiliating."Well, we talked and it turned out that I wasn't making love to her because I thought that she was too traumatized by what she had been through. I assumed that she would not want to be touched by another man. Kim's eyes were riveted to my crotch. She threw the apron over me, but I pushed my hands from under it and put them palm up on the chair handles. I clearly was interested in more than a trim.While I was in the boy's room she had pulled her hem up a couple of inches, showing surprisingly smooth thighs, and her top was adjusted so that it was pulled down except for the material covering her nipples. More of her aureoles were exposed, and it was obvious that they were three or more inches in. I did warn you we could do this the hard way if that’s what you preferred.’ ‘You perverted bastard! Let me go! Who the hell do you think you are?’ Her rage was more than a little obvious as she struggled harder, the realization sinking in that she was at this monster’s mercy. ‘Why are you doing this to me? I’ve never done anything to you. Let me go!’ ‘I don’t condone name calling, Miss Grace. Perhaps you need a lesson in manners.’ Donovan took his time strolling across the room. Lying. I’m such an idiot. I let him in. What the hell was I thinking. I knew where this was leading. But my heart raced. He looked at me with those eyes and I just stepped back and let him the fuck in. Weak ass bitch. I could feel my pulse quicken, so I quickly covered saying something so incredibly witty it would throw him off ‘What do you want…?’. Who was I fooling. I walked back to my desk chair and sat down. Every time I convince myself I got over him he throws me back to the start with one look.