Where the hell am I? Weak light from behind a nearby polyester curtain told him it was barely dawn. The crash of broken pottery jolted him to a sitting position on the lumpy, blue couch he laid on. “Goddammit!” The familiar, crusty voice came from the kitchen. “Dad?” Right. He was in Florida. A lock of silky blonde hair brushed his memory. Shelley. Her truck. Oh freaking God. Morning wood strained his boxer shorts. Had the former beauty queen really gone down on him last night? The sound of more cursing propelled him toward the kitchen. Shelley would have to wait. Feeling her sweet lips around his cock was probably just a hot dream, anyway. So was her confession about prom night. “Hold on, Dad. I’m coming.” He rubbed his bottom lip, frowning at the ugly scab under his fingertips. As if she’d ever kiss that. Don, wearing a faded bathrobe, batted at the broken pieces of a coffee mug with a broom. He’d grown so thin! Alan took the broom from him. “I’ll clean it up. What were you trying to do?”
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