Chapter 6
I am not a good man. A good man would not be lusting after an eighteen-year-old girl, especially one who has been so obviously traumatized only days ago. Wouldn’t my father be proud? I snort to myself. He’d probably make me write a paper on how young women are to be treated and remind me that every girl is someone’s daughter, sister, niece, or granddaughter. Yep, I know that’s what he would do because it’s all I heard about once my brother and I had shown interest in the opposite s*x. Our dad started drumming it into us that those girls we drooled after weren’t put on this earth as our personal fantasy makers. He continually pointed out that they had a dad who had changed their diaper and possibly a brother who was looking out for her safety.
Right now, he would be pointing out
