Yeah, you could say Ifelt more than a little unsettled, dressed up like some Playboyfuckbunny."Do you mind if I sit?" K asked, pulling the chair out from beneath thewriting desk."Yeah, whatever," I said, twitching the gun to show consent.When was the last time I'd held a gun? I wondered. At least five years. Alittle bit longer. Not since everything went a little crazy after Kate.God. That long ago. Suddenly the five years spent as a corporate minionseemed surreal, dreamlike, impossible. And now here I was. Sitting at theedge of bed, ensconced in virgin-white nylon and lace, covered andcompressed by straps and stretch fabric that caressed every part of mybody, over shoulders and thighs, around my back and across my ass.Dressed in lingerie with an ugly grey Steyr settled comfortably in myhand. Fifteen feet away sat K, also half naked, looking utterlyunconcerned by the fact there was a firearm pointed at her chest.My head throbbed so painfully it made the gun tremble in my grip.. My mom's car was in the driveway. I groaned. She should be at work for another two hours. I hope she hadn't taken another half-day.She would get fired if she kept doing that. Dad's death hit Mom hard. Everything was falling apart, and I was the only one that seemed to care.I entered the house and ran almost smack into Lee, my eighteen-year-old cousin. She and Melody were a year and a few months apart in age. Aunt Vicky had popped them out with the deadbeat asshole she used to date before he took off with another woman. Neither Lee, short for Leann, or Melody knew their father as more than “the sperm donor.” My dad had been the closest thing to a father they knew.“What are you doing here?” I asked, groaning at the piece of toast slathered in Nutella jammed in her mouth.She mumbled something that might have been, “Eating.”“Don't you have food at your house?”She ripped the toast from her mouth and stuck her tongue out at me. She may be eighteen, but she acted like she was five. Her.
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