Isabella.
It’s been a week and I haven’t been able to get over my drunk night with Uncle Ben. Everyday, I text him and call him, hoping for a response but he kept his distance from me.
I wasn’t going to give up, though. I’ve had a taste of his d**k, and now I want to have it all to myself and I will do anything to get it. Break his marriage if I have to.
I checked my clock. I already have enough audacity to take my next steps. I called my Dad and asked if he knew Uncle Ben’s whereabouts. I needed him for some counseling.
“He should be in his house,” he said.
I knew the way to his house even if my eyes were closed and I didn’t waste a second in chasing after him. Once I got to his house, I found his wife, Janet, just about to leave. She was both surprised and happy to see me, it’s be
