Mom left for a business trip on Tuesday morning.
It's not as if she was always around anyways. Usually, she was too busy being the perfect socialite to notice her own husband.
But by Tuesday night, the house felt different. It felt... wicked. Empty of rules, but full of opportunity.
I could hear him downstairs.
The heavy silence was broken only by the clink of ice and the steady, drowning sound of whiskey being poured.
He had been drinking since she left. He was drowning in it.
I stood in the hallway outside my bedroom, looking at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a scrap of black silk that barely passed as a nightgown. It was so short it barely covered the curve of my ass, and so sheer that my dark n*****s were clearly visible through the fabric.
I wasn't wearing anything underne
