“Dance lesson again tonight. Right after my business call,” Daddy says as he walks through the kitchen on his way from the garage to his office.
“Seems like he’s really into this,” Mom says as she pours her smoothie
from the blender into a cup.
I shrug, worried she’ll know something’s going on if I seem excited about tonight.
“You’ve been practicing every day,” she says.
“I promised Selma. She doesn’t get along with her stepdad either.”
We have been practicing every day, and while we dance, Daddy slips his hands under my dress. He touches me and teases me until I think I’m going to lose my mind. But Mom’s been home the past few nights, so while I’ve definitely learned how to jack Daddy off, I haven’t felt him inside me.
Mom rolls her eyes. “You’re calling him Daddy. I think that’s g
