Chapter Thirty Two
Cherry Picked
How cute was her son-in-law now? thought Vivian.
Her daughter had created the ultimate little girly girl, almost too much to resist. All dolled up like a tart, pastel blue frills, white lace touches, those high heels that put such shape in her legs, the wasp waist and the pouting lips. Most of all, the look of betrayal that told of Cindi’s helplessness.
“Darling, understand! You could never give me what I need from a man,” she said as she stroked the rose-tinted cheek. “I need strength, a protective arm, a man who knows what he wants, intelligence and love…”
“Ma’am,” said Cindi plaintively. “I love you more than anything…”
“Of course you do, darling! But, it’s not enough to satisfy me.”
She patted the exposed breasts and teased a n****e lightly.
“Yo
