Anyway, I think it’s about time the Baker siblings reconciled with their mom, don’t you? XXX “FUUUCK!” Laurie screams, her arms flailing to her sides, her hands clutching desperately at the bedding, and her head grinding into the sheets as her back arches in a sudden wrench, “OH GOD!”
“She really is a masochist, isn’t she?” I laugh to Eleanor, “Do you want to hold hands?”
Eleanor turns her palm flat against mine, and we curl our fingertips against each other inside my daughter. I’m in heaven; I could stay like this for ever. She slinks her body gracefully to her back, and raises an eyebrow as she spreads her legs. Her blue eyes quiver in terror, and she mouths a single, soundless, ‘please, stop,’ through her deformed lips.
