Ember once again was with her father, mother, and Slide. She was wearing a floral yellow and red summer dress, one that showed off both her muscles and her curves. She was obsessed with the peek of skin that she showed off from her left leg. She adored teasing Slide in public with the exposure of her skin. It titillated every atom in her body the way nothing else did.
“Are you alive?” her father asked.
Ember frowned.
“What did you say, Dad?”
“I said, are you alive?” he re-iterated.
Ember was sitting on the backyard patio. She had her legs crossed, hoping that Slide would look over any second and be struck by her.
She placed a finger on her lips like she had to think about it. Her father walked closer to her, smiling from ear to ear.
“I think so, Dad,” she replied.
He nodded, then t
