The Summer South Wind Never Returns

The day my anorexia was declared cured, Dean handed me a hotel key card. "Yvonne, you're the rose it took me three years to nurse back to life." "Tonight, I want to truly make you mine." I went to meet him, full of anticipation. But when I pushed the door open, a man of over two hundred pounds slammed me to the floor. "Quit acting so innocent. We chatted online for three months. Didn't you say we'd sleep together the moment we met in person?"