Not looking up, Mary softly answered, “Yes, Miss Shauna.”
The teenagers had finished their beer. Shauna waved a hand at Mary, “Okay, white Mama b***h, get us more beers and bring your purse back with you.”
In the kitchen Mary looked at the back door again and thought if only she had her clothes she would escape. She paused wondering if that were really true. She could feel the warm moisture between her legs and felt her heart racing. She knew prayer wouldn’t help her. Gathering up three more bottles and her purse she walked back to the living room trying to avoid eye contact with the young people. ‘My God,’ she thought ‘I’m old enough to be their mother. They’re teenagers and I’m waiting on them like a servant. They’re dressed and I’m naked. .’ After each had taken a beer, she looked at
