Lifeboat Chapter 2
“Get your goddamned pants on!”, she whispered hastily into my ear. As I tried to wake up enough to resume normal human functioning, Tiff got up and flounced into the back, again dressed (if that can be even really said) in my shirt and the black g-string. “Morning, Mom!” I heard her say, followed by some quieter chit-chat. She was giving me time to get my goddamned pants on. With no desire to be caught naked by my own mother, I quickly grabbed my trousers and slid into them. On instinct I...