Chapter Eight
Jackie unlocked the front door after her Thursday night class, stepped inside and began to unbutton her jacket. From the foyer, she had a clear view along the hallway into the kitchen. She was astounded to see the inert body of Skate lying on the floor. Alisha stood over him, holding her torn shirt closed over small strawberry breasts. Her mother stood beside her, staring down defiantly; an empty hypodermic needle hung loosely in the fingers of her right hand.
“What the hell is going on? What is he doing here?” Jackie stepped into the kitchen and looked down on the prostate form that lay on the kitchen mat. Skate looked like he had just crash-landed.
“Mother and I tricked him,” Alisha gushed, wanting to explode with details. “Mom was fantastic!”
“Oh god. I don’t want to k
