Missy: Day Thirteen – The BBQ
Day Thirteen – The BBQ The picnic table we had out back was covered in a traditional red and white tablecloth, the square corners ruffling with the slight breeze. I giggled quietly, and watched Mommy straighten each dish that was out there just so as Daddy snuck his hand onto her ass to cop a feel. She shooed him away and adjusted another dish, grinning up at him. Daddy smiled and walked back to one of the chairs on the deck under one of the big umbrellas we had and sat down, reaching for the beer he’d left on the small side table. In the distance I watched Hannah jump into the large in-ground pool we had installed a few years ago, her tiny pink bikini covering barely anything. I pushed away from my perch …