Chapter 894

Katie had heard her and, as her head popped up from the table, she turned around and smiled at our guest.

"Are you kidding?" she said confidently. "You look like a snack. Better than a snack. A full-fledged fucking entrée!"

Rita laughed hysterically, and Steph blushed. The sexual tension was rising.

"Can I get a glass, daddy?" Katie asked, turning to me.

I answered by striding inside and grabbing one, then filling it up. The girls had meandered back to the lounge chairs next to the pool. Their conversation had grown spirited and fast, fueled by the cocaine. I gave Katie her glass and took a drink from my own.

"Do you notice how there’s almost no drip?" Katie said. "And it’s not bitter."

"My head is spinning," Steph said. "I’ve never felt a high so, um, it’s, like it’s so pure. It’s hitting me so hard."

"It always hits hard," Rita said. "And perfectly. Katie,