Schoolgirl Chapter 4 – The Guidance Counselor
"I’ll take it, of course—think of it as a tax you owe for perving on me—but don’t mistake it for a transaction."
The guidance wing was a sterile corridor of vinyl tile and fluorescent hum, smelling faintly of industrial floor wax and the stale, recycled air of a windowless office block. As Sloan stepped into the inner sanctum of the counselor's office,...