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sat in the chair unable to move.
     
    “You are sure a kinky one,” he said with less
admiration and playfulness than he intended. “We’re done. For now
at least. We have to get serious about making some money. I think
Donna will do exactly what she just said.”
     
    “Awe, you are letting me and it down,” Brea said as
she rubbed herself just above her clit. “I’ll maybe do it myself
later. You are thinking too damn much here. Mom has her rules. Big
deal. But we can still hook up.”
     
    Brea was desperate to hear more indication that Chris
wanted to be around her. It was a tight rope. She had to be careful
not to blow up her pose of the indifferent woman with a little
girl’s experience. The woman said she didn’t care. The truth was
the little girl was really frightened of not being able to control
the situation.
     
    Chris got up and made his way to the front room. He
was too shocked to know what to do next. His clothes were not
wadded on the floor and furniture like he left them. They were
neatly folded on the kitchen table. Donna.
     
    Same as all the many many loads of laundry Donna had
done for Chris over the years.
     
    There was a very real sense inside of Chris right
then as he put those clothes on that it was time to grow up and
time to look again at who was providing real value to his life. It
wasn’t the ninteen year-old pleasuring herself on her bed.
     
    It would take more than one incident and one fleeting
moment in his mind to make the real changes that would need to be
made. But there was little doubt for Chris the seed was planted. He
had been a helpless shell of an adult for so long mostly because it
was so easy.
     
     
    Despite it all, they were still together. Despite it
all. They were still a team. A very unlikely team, but a team.
     
    As dysfunctional as it might have appeared to anyone
who knew what happened in the home of Donnatella Passion Casteel in
September 2012, their togetherness was real and it was their
greatest asset.
     
     

 
     
    Chapter 5--My Baby Girl
     
    Diary Date October 10, 2012.
     
     
    “I haven’t written in a while, many months, because I
have been working a lot. I have been
     
    worrying even more.
     
     
    Last month I found out my daughter and my boyfriend
have been fucking in my house. No idea
     
    how long that’s been going on. I guess I don’t really
much care. I was hurt but not in the way I thought I’d be.
     
    My first thought was I didn’t want to let them off
the hook by doing nothing. But the something I decided I would do
was pretty mild. I wanted to scare them. I wanted to let them know
I could live with it. I wanted them to know there would be no more
free rides in the house. If they wanted to go at it, they needed to
get their own place.
     
    I don’t know how much longer it would have went on
with Chris anyways. I haven’t been enjoying the sex because I could
tell he hasn’t been enjoying the sex. I know how guys can be. They
see a younger thing with a better body, less flab and wrinkles, and
they want to sleep with her. Chris hasn’t been interested in me for
months, I didn’t want to face it. Or maybe I didn’t have time?
     
    I wasn’t putting any energy into him. Same for us as
a couple probably because it had run it’s course. It all was just
such a habit. I remember when I was growing up and had a good time
making fun of my parents and other older people. How they seemed so
boring and how they did mostly the same things all the time for
their work and their fun. No way was that going to be me!
     
    Well life can take you where you don’t want to go
very easily. Like me. I got a job because I needed one to support
me and Brea. I could never just quit because I needed the money
from the job.
     
    I tried to get further ahead for us, so I got three
of them. Well my whole day is planned at that point. Heck my whole
week. Heck my whole life!
     
    Before I knew it, my life was one big boring habit
just like what I used to