No one waited around for Mindy, and she wondered if the young girl even had any friends. “Are you okay?” Cherry asked, concerned for her. High school had been hell for Cherry, and she hated to think that Mindy was going through her kind of hell. “Nothing. I just hate school. I always have. I’ll see you at three-thirty, right? You’ll come pick me up?” “My last class finishes at three-twenty, but I’ll be here.” She smiled at Mindy, watching her climb out of the car. Cherry really liked the young girl, cared about her deeply. What about the dad? Cherry’s heart started to pound when she thought about Elijah. From the moment he first took her, every chance he got he’d been inside her. Sunday morning she’d woken up early to find him in her bed. He stuck with his promise of Mindy not finding out. Once he took his pleasure, and gave her plenty in return, he left. Pressing a hand to her neck, she recalled the way his morning stubble had teased her flesh as he kissed her.
