He drove me to the motel without my protest. We don't converse, but I don't refute what he does either. I simply want to have some fun again because it's been a year since my last sex. That's how Derek let me go. I glanced about and examined what I could see, but all I saw were the table, side table, and cupboard that may have stored the garments of people who had been staying for a long time.

I sat on the bed and waited for him to lock the door. We're just the two of us now and nothing will bother us. I still don’t regret accepting his...