(Flashback continued…)
I quietly made my way to the shack that I saw from the window. It reminded me of what the house made of sticks would look like in the old story of the three little pigs. One big bad wolf could come along and blow if down with a huff and a puff.
I heard some groans and grunting coming from the shack so I slowly walked closer. I looked through a crack in the wall and was struck with the sick scent of sweat and s*x. I saw Mr. Wilson behind Tina while she was on her hands and knees. They were both naked and he was slamming into her from behind.
He had his head thrown back in pleasure while Tina had tears streaming down her face. Mr. Wilson yanked on Tina’s hair, making her head snap backward. “You missed daddy this morning… didn’t you baby girl.” He grunted as slammed
