Her first day of independence was not going according to plan.
“Mom. I am not having sex to pass the time. I’m fine. Just head to the cottage and I’ll call you when I get out of here.” April was pleading with whatever deity would listen to make her mother go away.
Having to sit in a restroom with a stranger in the dark wouldn’t be pleasant. Having to explain her mother to a stranger would be torture.
“Well…just in case they can’t get that telephone pole off the street soon…here.”
“And make sure you share with the nice man you’re stuck with.” A Mojo nut bar slid under the door. So did a condom.
April grabbed both and held them behind her back. Her face was as red as her fellow captive’s shirt. “Yes, mom.”
The man she was stuck with started looking like he was going to speak. She threw a hand over his mouth and hissed at him to shush.
