I’ve lived with the man who raised me, alone, since my mama died last year. It hasn’t been easy taking over everything around the house and the farm. But staying busy is a good thing, especially since I can hear the way he touches himself, night after night. Being innocent as I am, it causes me to have thoughts I shouldn’t have. I ache for a man’s touch.
It shouldn’t surprise me that he wants the closest one to him to replace what he and my mama had. He IS a man with needs, after all. But does he really want me to be his dirty little secret?