After my papa died, my stepmother stopped making any effort with me. She never gave me the money to buy anything new and after a few months...my clothes were just rags. And when she started making me sleep in the attic...things got worse. "
“First you’re going to kiss me,” she said seductively, tip-toeing up and locking me in her eyes, her mouth parting as she waited for me to close the distance. And yeah, I was hot on that.