“Emma…aren’t you done? XXX Please, don’t tell Mom. “You have great nipples, Amy. I’ll clean your clothes for a month, I’ll do your chores. She had always been a Daddy’s girl. I studied her quietly. The strands of light strawberry colored hair blew around her face from the open window behind her. Her demeanor told me that while I was standing over her, she seemed more nervous about where I was. This is what I want.” I was in front of her now. Before she said anything, I could tell whatever came out of her mouth next would be a lie. Using any vulgar words would only make her slightly less reasonable and I really did not need her to put any more stress on our mom.
