When I woke up, I was lying on my side with a full profile view of my father, naked, in the adjoining bathroom, standing in front of the sink, shaving. Aubree squinted into the dimmed atmosphere of the shop, she couldn’t see her father immediately but her curiosity was stirring quickly, trying to figure out what she was looking at. I felt screwed, I got fucked, and I didn’t mind. The druggie went to a halfway house for three weeks, Mom went to heaven, I had a pleasant visit at the health factory, and my dad slept inside a bottle until we were kicked out of the old apartment for not paying up. Something wrong?”
I sat on the end of the bed facing him, ankles crossed with my nightgown pressed between my legs by my hands which were laced together by the fingers resting between my knees, “How much and how often? That doesn’t even cover school lunches anymore. My dad was fucking some nasty-looking skag who looked like a sister to the unrefined lady on the front counter. The note was upside down so I turned it over and read, “Ready to barter?” As I said, I’m not stupid: My father just propositioned me to fuck him for money.
