Cub Scout MotherChapter 2
Light filtered faintly through the curtains, faithfully reproducing the lacy intricacy of the cloth in soft swirls of shadow across the carpet and rumpled bed. Bette Jean stared at it through slitted eyes. Her head ached and the inside of her mouth felt dry and tasted brown. There was a heavy weight across her thighs. Heavy and warm and confining... Another weight pinned her breasts. A soft snore rasped thick breaths into her armpit. Her eyes flew open and the breath caught in her throat as...