“Stop, stop!” Murphy cried.
“We f****d in my art studio,” Gabrielle went on.
“I don’t want to hear...”
“Her p***y was so wet and she came all over my bed...”
“Stop it!” Murphy screamed, slapping Gabrielle across the face. “That’s my mother you’re talking about!”
“Stepmother, technically,” Gabrielle replied, not even reacting to the slap, nor the red mark imprinted on her cheek.
“You’re sick,” Murphy hissed, getting to her feet and putting her backpack over her shoulder. “I think I’ll be switching out of this class.”
“But what will you tell Mommy and Mommy about your sexuality?” Gabrielle called after her as she left the classroom.
Murphy went to bed late one night when Nathan was still at the hospital. Of course, it starred Gloria, as usual. Her stomach made flip flops, even in her
