Chapter 27 Cruel Intentions

James: I get up to my normal dose of black coffee and egg-whites on sourdough in bed. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt her absence, my baby girl's absence. Seeing the dried speck of blood on the bed sheet stirs my groins. How could a girl who was so stunning and full of fire be a virgin? Surely men must have trampled upon themselves to even have her acknowledge their presence. Who was she saving herself for? She did seem a little conservative.