'Your son is a little pervert who likes to lick and bite women's palms and eavesdrop on their telephone conversations.'
That's what Janice wanted to say. Instead, she apologized, "Please forgive me, I lost myself in the game," as she removed her palms from my mouth, forming strings of saliva that connected her plams with mine.
"What kind of game is this? Somebody better give me some answers soon," Mary demanded aloud, losing her composure. The meat cleaver in her left hand made her seem more menacing and threatening.
For a second, it felt like the wind went still, the surroundings went quiet, and the tension gripping their throats tightened, only for it all to shatter with the loud crunch of Lilith chewing on her popsicle.
