Chapter 90

The scene was eerily similar to when they were younger seven years ago. Back then, Nancy was afraid that the teachers or the students would suspect something, and she would always caution Murphy in the same way. Now that Nancy was a married woman, and Murphy understood her plight, he suppressed some of his own desires, making his movements even gentler. They kissed as they made their way through the dimly lit hallway to the bedroom, not even having time to close the main door behind them. Their clothes were strewn about, from the front door all the way to the bedroom. Nancy was hoisted onto a small single bed. She could smell a musty scent in the room. Though sunlight was bright outside, Murphy's curtains were drawn tightly shut, giving an oppressive feel to the room. Murphy's rough palms roamed her body like icy serpents, coiling around Nancy's chest, ready to strike without warning. Nancy imagined that any second now, Murphy would stifle her breath. All she could do was cling to Murp