Book 1: Chapter 45

Sunday morning was a lot calmer despite a restless night’s sleep after being unable to get a hold of Lizzie the night before to find out what she and my mother had been talking about. Apparently, the night at the club had lasted well into the morning hours because she never called me back no matter what time I had tried to call her.

“Ah, come on, Mia,” Lizzie whined.

Apparently, nine a. m. was still too early for her.

“What have you been talking to my mom about? Does she know about me?” I said sitting hard on the kitchen table chair.

“Yes, but don’t worry she actually was wondering when you’d find your kink. Apparently, it runs in the family. Did you know Aunt Ruth wouldn’t do anything with Uncle Martin unless she was covered in whipped cream?”

“Oh God, not Aunt Ruthie and Uncle Martin! And my parents!” I practically shouted at her over the line.

I was as horrified now as I was when I first learned what sex was and that my parents did it.

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