Saturday seemed to just evaporate. One minute Violet was spending the morning intermittently napping between lazy bouts of masturbation to the worst parts of the nightmare that had become her life. The next minute she was stepping out of a long scalding shower where she tried and failed to feel clean again, and it was suddenly three in the afternoon. That left her scrambling to get ready if she didn't want to make James wait. Something told her that the last thing she wanted to do was give that man an excuse to punish her again. So Violet wolfed down a quick lunch and then decided what to wear. She...