"Riki, sugah, we gonna have a good dinner tonight," her mom said, setting the food down on the table. "Get on upstairs and wash up, girl."
"Yes Mama." said Jon, and headed upstairs, fighting to keep herself under control. She closed and locked the door behind her.
She rested her hands on the cold sink, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could stop this, she told herself, if she could just think clearly. She knew intuitively that she no longer had a father, that Carl had as good as killed him -- one less thing to worry about when fucking her. If she wanted him back and to turn her mother into something other than a cheap cartoon of a woman, everything depended on clear thought. Then there was poor Karyn...
As she opened her eyes and saw herself in the mirror, she found the one thing she could actually thank Carl for. She was beautiful. Her deep-brown almond eyes were just the first part of her new, voluptous body. Sure, she could stand to lose some weight, but she'd work that out after she was square with Carl.
As she got dressed for dinner, she marvelled at how alive her skin felt with feeling, reacting even to the shuffle of clothing. She knew that this sensitivity was Carl's doing, that her capacity for pleasure exceeded anything she'd imagined as Jon.
If she could just get through dinner, everything could still turn out...
