In Love With My Stepson
Luckily, no one is there— yet.
‘I have to be fast!’
My steps are quick and wide as I pass the lounges, the pool, the bar, then cut through the garden pathway.
At least someone would have seen me, you’d think. But no, I’m not dressed as Mrs. Zephyr. If anything, I’m dressed as a man.
I’m in baggy blue jeans, a loose big black T-shirt, and a black cap pulled low over my face. I make sure my long hair doesn't show by, braiding it and tucking underneath the cap.
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