Now, how about some of
Aunt Sarah’s cow juice before she went to bed? Lolly grabbed a paper cup from the cupboard and walked to the
refrigerator. As she started to pour the
milk, the back door opened.
Damn, she’d forgotten to
set the security alarm. Uncle Keith must
be making it home for once, and here she was, barefoot, wearing nothing but
bikini panties and a Harry Potter nightshirt.
But what the heck. After all, he
was Aunt Sarah’s husband. Besides, he
was a doctor, and he’d seen people a lot more naked than she was.
She flashed him a smile
and lifted the milk bottle in greeting.
“Just finishing an assignment and thought I’d celebrate a little before
I went back to bed.”
Putting her cup down on
the counter, she turned to replace the milk on the refrigerator shelf.
Rough hands reached around to enclose her
breasts and she was overwhelmed by alcohol fumes. Uncle Keith’s voice was
guttural and his words slurred. “Been wondering if these jugs were real.”
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