She couldn't bring herself to tell her mother what had happened. She would mock her. Margot would roll on the floor, and Greta would sing the song of shame for her to dance too.
Her mother's flannel dress pooled around her as she walked. Esmeralda had driven straight to her mother's maiden home after work. She was tired of everything. And the fact that there was no retreat made it even worse.
"So that's it. He pleasured you and you couldn't pleasure him back?" Her mother barked, halting to a stop in front of her.
"We- he said it was a mistake. It happened randomly." Esmeralda stuttered.
"It always happens randomly." Greta piped out.
"What are you a woman for then? You were supposed to seduce him. Tie him down with your charms and get down to it."
