Noah said when I started to point out a trick on the video game he was playing. “Well, I’m a grown man and I like to play all kinds of games.” It felt odd when little Henry reached up and wrapped his tiny hand around mine. These boys need a real man in their lives. Noah peeked up at me under his fringe of brown bangs. His soft green eyes were questioning my every movement. He was a small male version of Cherry. “Do you like my Mommy?” Do I like your Mommy? I closed my eyes and imagined her emerald green eyes as they widen with each filthy word that I had just let slip from my lips, the way she pulled on her bottom lip when she was nervous. Damn, Cherry had played the good girl, all her damn, boring life. I smiled. She would no longer have to hide who she was anymore. I was more than willing to bring out that naughty girl who would be more than thrilled to fuck my brains out in the back corner of this dump. Fuck, yeah, I like your mom. “Sure, I like her. I heard she was fun to play games with.”
