Ifeel like I’m going to explode. For the last two days, Daddy’s been caressing me, touching me, slipping his hands under my clothes to feel my bare skin, but he hasn’t made me come. I haven’t made him come either.
Mom leaves today, and I’ve never been so impatient to get her out of the house. Daddy has a delivery to make, so it’s my job to take her to the airport.
“So antsy,” Mom says. “You’d think you were the one getting on a plane.”
“Flying doesn’t make me nervous.”
“Good thing. Garrett says you might help him with deliveries this summer since you’re not working.”
“He did?” I ask before I think better of it.
“Yeah. I thought he’d talked to you about it.”
“He probably just wants free labor.”
I try to sound disgruntled, but really I couldn’t be happier. Alone in a hotel with Daddy
