Naomi’s expectations about surprises were nothing too crazy. In fact, she thought Liberty already set the bar high for her by earning her apologies with flowers and notes. But today, the perverts she knew so well took her ideas to the next level.
“F-forgive us, Ms. Naomi. We won’t do it ever again.”
“He’s right. We won’t ever lay a finger on you or any of your friends j-just…we’re very sorry.”
Because today, here they are, kneeling in front of her along with her other 20 classmates with every color drained from their faces. Edward Stevens. Jones Wesley. She will never forget their names.
‘Damn right, you are!” Tiffany fumed beside her, crossing every part of her body that could be crossed together, especially her arms and legs. If Naomi’s silence earned whispers of what’s going on’s
