Those fears yielded with her friendly “Hi!” a couple of days later and a whispered question, “Do you want me to sit on your face again?”
I couldn’t muster a response but her hand pulled mine and I followed like a hapless lap-puppy. “I’m quite sure she’s being doing it for quite some time.” She sipped some beer and then with surprising indifference added, “Like mother; like daughter.”
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Yes, I did want to kiss Angela’s ass, but I would rather kiss Tori’s, or better yet, have Tori sit on my face. She was always willing; I was beyond help. Maybe I can guess. It was Tori’s mother standing with the screen door open and a half-burnt cigarette in her hand.
