Steamy Dreams
"I'm not, like, grooming your son or anything like that. It's just sex, y'know?"
Sandra didn't know, but none of her follow-up questions seemed to be able to make Linda understand that. After the call, Sandra found her mind returning to the same thought over and over again.
Fuckmeat.
Fuckmeat.
No matter what she did, she couldn't get the word out of her head.
Fuckmeat.
It was almost two weeks later, and Sandra was having a hard day.
She'd slept badly. She'd had bad dreams, dreams of Felix, dreams of Felix and Linda. Dreams of Chloe and Felix.