...th the photo album. Reina was
mortified. Nymphomania?! That meant her dad was more than a pervert!
And that meant that she wasReina
walked out the front door without so much as a word, sneaking back to
her own house.-i-Ma!
Reina called out. It was well past four-thirty; her mom would
definitely be home. She sat down on one of the sixties-esque couches
in her living room, looking around. Usually her mom was behind the
record player, or vacuuming, or something. It didnt look like that
was happening today.Ma?
Reina called again, standing up. She peered down the hallway. No one
there, either. Reina walked down the hall, to her moms room. The
door was closed. Reina wasnt sure whether this was a good sign or
not. She gently nudged the door a bit. No noises from the inside. Now
she was convinced that wasnt a good sign. She shouldve come
opened the door. Her mom was sitting on her bed, looking at pictures,
trash can full of tissues next to the mattress. She looked all cried
out, as Stewart would say. Cassandra looked up quickly, curly black
hair falling into her face. No wonder Stewart said she was a MILF,
Reina realized before shaking her head in shock. Genetic perversion.
She couldnt believe it.Hey,
baby girl, Cassandra said, patting her bed. Reina, understanding,
sat down next to her. The bed rocked a bit. Reina giggled. She loved