Breeding Day at the MallChapter 12 A Helpful Daughter
(Floyd and Lily’s Story) mf, impreg. voy. Eyes glued to her phone Lily simultaneously texted and weaved through shuffling clusters of shoppers with expert ease. Her father was hot on her heels. Floyd had to marvel at his daughter’s ability to multi-task. Though it probably helped that this branch of the mall was noticeably less crowded than the others. Several of the stores were closed, empty spaces behind locked gates. “Blonde or brunette?” Lily asked out of the blue. “Blonde.” Floyd...