Chapter Six
Dawn broke early somewhere between Baltimore and Washington DC. Basking in the night’s happiness, Kelli was resting lightly upon Thompson’s chest.
“You’re in love! You’re in love! You’re in love,” quipped the Robin of her mind. “You’re a harlot, you’re a w***e, you’re a slut,” railed the rat. “You’re a good girl!” proposed the angel. “He will love you, he will need you, he will want you,” called the bird.
From beneath her, Thompson stirred. His breathing became regular, his eyes open, and his still- embedded c**k took a more robust interest in her cunt.
“He will use you!” said the angel. “It’s a train ride. It means nothing. You are worthless,” quote the rodent. “It means everything,” cheered the angel, pushing Kelli’s mind to sift through the choices and disregard the li
