As our social media activity increases we become more and more anti-social. The harder we try to be heard the more difficult it becomes. The more we want to be seen, the less we are noticed.
Her eyes narrowed. “What’s next? A strip search?”
He tamped down the mental image that question conjured. The woman was no stranger to working out. And there were some serious curves under those clothes. But he wasn’t a cretin. “Nice of you to offer. But you can keep your clothes on. For now.”
Could you handle the murder of your father during your childhood? Surgery to repair a cleft palate? A broken neck and jaw at age 24? Numerous surgeries and hospitalizations. Lawsuits. Depression. Unemployment. Bar fights. A brutal beating outside a Hollywood nightclub. The choice to become a single mother. The birth…
I wasn’t seduced. I wasn’t forced. I made a mistake.” Then why doesn’t it feel like a mistake? She had asked herself that question over and over again. How could a baby be a mistake?