Chapter Thirty-Four
Lee looked up, misunderstanding clouding her features. “Breastfeed?”
“Yes. It’s okay; so nice and sweet. You’ll see.”
Lee was astonished. “You’ve tasted it?”
“Buck wasn’t the only one my mother liked to humiliate,” Angela said by way of explanation.
Lee shook her head, tried to clear her thoughts. “Your mother breastfeeds you.”
“Sometimes, when Buck’s not there and her milk drops, she has to relieve the pressure before it gets painful. So she makes me. It’s not so bad, really, like melted ice cream.” Angela lifted her breast and pinched the base of the n****e. Lee watched a white bead gather, in sharp contrast to the mahogany-colored crown. No wonder Angela’s breasts always seemed lush and brimming; she was ripe with mother’s milk.
Angela held the n****e up to Le
