Although she did her best to keep her mind focused on other things, whenever she allowed it to roam, it went back to what she felt while at Mr. Gardner’s mercy. Nor did the feeling fade over time. It was especially tough at night, when she laid in bed and waited for sleep. She would find herself so distracted that she could not help touching herself. Masturbation was something Katherine only occasionally indulged in—maybe after a frustrating date with an inept boy—but now it was almost an every night occurrence. If only she could confide in her friends it surely would have helped, but Katherine was far too ashamed to even admit what had happened, let alone talk about how much she liked it. She knew she should feel like she’d been used, but it was hard to reconcile that when she was the one who had received most of the pleasure. When she and Sandra lay side-by-side at the pool, tanning in their little string bikinis, it was on the tip of her tongue. Sandra was talking about some guy she hooked up with the night before and how good he was with his hands and Katherine couldn’t help but think about how good Mr.
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