Chapter 13

Cole POV

She was grinding her hips against my manhood and any normal man would have pushed her down into the grass and had his way with her. But Charlotte was so much more to me than a common trollop. She was quickly becoming my world. My reason for being. While I was desperate to make her mine, I wanted to take my time. She seemed so worldly, given her gift of sight. But I knew that she was still innocent in the ways of intimacy.

Oh, I was fully aware that her good friend Mary Jane provided her with the sort of knowledge that was found in a whore house. I was only slightly shocked to learn that Mary Jane had grown up in such a place. But I am mature enough to understand that children do not choose the environment in which they are raised. It is forced upon them by their parents. The fact that Mary Jane was raised in such a place made no difference in who she was other than to provide her with an education that was lost to many.

I was excited to take the knowledge that Mary Jane had