A Dog’s Tale Pt. 5 – Mother’s Love
The dinner table that night had an empty chair, but Shaquila’s chatter made Monique’s absence nearly invisible. She excused her sister’s nonappearance, saying she hadn’t felt well, well aware that Monique was feeling more than good, shackled and bound as she was receiving multiple hard cocks down in the slaughterhouse. At their mother’s worried instinct to look in on her daughter, she elegantly manipulated her not to. “Monique said you’d insist on looking in on her and made a clear point of not wanting to be disturbed and to let you know that, in not as nice words as I’m trying to convey, Mother,” she said, smiling. Her smile was a diversion directed at her mother, but her wink was directed at Tawnya, Stan, and me. “You seem to be in a good mood today,” …