Chapter 6

Jasmine

“...and that, class, is how the silhouette completely transformed post-war fashion. Miss Minnow, care to share with the rest of us what’s so fascinating that you’ve been staring into space for the last fifteen minutes?”

Professor Langston’s sharp voice cut through the lecture hall like a whip. Two hundred heads turned in my direction while the stupid projector light glared in my eyes.

I blinked, heat rushing to my face. Shit. Just great, wasn't it?

I hadn't been listening to a thing. I had been miles away, back in that amber-lit room, my thighs pinned to my ears, the sheer, overwhelming stretch of my stepdaddy's c.o.c.k forcing...