Chapter 43 Just My Mouth Daddy:>6

• "Not really. Mama's a bit of a lush. She likes to have three or four of those vodka drinks she makes and pass out. She'll be snoring like a horse until nine tomorrow morning." Jessica slid over to my side. "We have all night if you don't mind spending it with a couple of teenagers and some booze."
• "Please Daddy? Haven't I been good?" Sasha's eyes were glowing, her lips curled in a knowing smile. I was stuck and she knew it. Not that I really objected to the idea.
• There was a liquor store across the street from the motel. This was sounding better and better.