“You’ll see. “You don’t even care that we hate you, do you?” I slammed my book shut. Tube8 Mother and I caressed her. Her fingers dipped into the gray thong I wore. It was incredible to enjoy. Years of being whores for my daddy had given the pair of us the skills to look ripe and inviting without even trying. My nipples throbbed in my bra, trapped by my bulletproof vest and my uniform’s blouse. Their blood had been drawn along with every member of Clint’s “harem.” DNA tests would prove how they were all related. His blood was mine. He had prepared his women for being arrested. Her fingers dipped into the gray thong I wore. Throbbed.
