I don’t feel like it.”
“Alright. Using a magnifying hand mirror, she could examine the red and partially swollen lips of her labia. She sold more drinks than she had in weeks. There was no way she would mention what the adult child’s ‘pet’ had done. “Honey, get up! Adeline must be trying to wake her mother in time for work. The night after being raped, upon returning home from work, Pamela had strode into the kitchen and freed the can of bug spray from its locked cabinet. Adeline’s crying drew Pamela out of the horror engulfing her. No. Pamela’s dreams started out light, almost whimsical. The insect’s semen nodules (she believed them to be) had stuck to that lining – for whatever bug purpose. It was difficult to even count the number of times, the raping bug ejaculated its seed deep into her body.
