Changing Room

Changing Room

Such a response isn’t unheard of. “I just need to dump my morning load into her and I’ll be right there,” Daddy said, leaning up to peck Mommy on the lips before she turned around and left the room. Maybe I should go back to work instead of puttering around the house all day. And because of the colour, she could see the wet spot. Her fingernails scratched at my back.

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