"If you weren't such a slut and if you dressed decent without your t**s falling out, maybe my ex's would've left you alone."
It was true. My daughter was dressed like a slut, with a short skirt that barely passed mid-thigh and a tank-top that didn't even pass her belly button. I could also see the shadow of her n*****s. She wasn't even wearing a bra.
"Maybe if you actually put out, they wouldn't need my p***y to satisfy them."
"You little bitch."
"Hey, okay," I said, "Let's cool it. We don't need to rehash the past."
"Oh, this is nothing, Daddy," Jess said. "We fight all the time."
Nina rolled her eyes and then looked at the clock. "I promised Carl I'd be over for dinner. I'll be back afterward."
"You don't need to come back, Mama. You never come back after dinner. I'll see you tomo
