As Abigail's hand started to rub my belly, gently at first with her palm, then circling more intently around my navel with her finger, and as they moved upward toward my breast — my heart began to fill with dread while every muscle in my body started to tighten.
I felt as stiff and heavy as a rock, but somehow I wasn't sinking into the bed, rather, I felt as if I was awkwardly suspended in the air by a magician. A solid, big, bony chunk of dry meat.
My mouth couldn't open to say no, and the words that couldn't escape got stuck in my throat, making it hard to breathe. I could feel the warmth of her hand through the cotton fabric. The cute — actually, shamefully too cute — pajamas that Abigail gave me were too thin; it did nothing to protect me.
I almost felt like crying, but all I could do was keep my eyes tightly shut as I could hear the sound of my heart thumping reverberate in my head.
