A dark-haired woman stood in the doorway wearing skinny jeans and a frayed T-shirt over the slight curve of her pregnant belly. She held a toddler on her hip who wore an oversized Possessed band T-shirt as a dress and knitted thigh-high socks. And I swore, she was watching me with a hint of judgement in her eyes. For an uneasy moment, I thought the woman could be Ronan’s girlfriend and daughter. But then she spoke. “Please tell me this is some kind of kinky role-play.” I didn’t know what to say, but my expression must have told her everything she needed to know. She sighed and muttered,
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