Vita looked at me from over our daughter’s shoulder, his red eyes wild. Joy was not.
“They were happier when the world was simple.” I tried to explain to her.
“Monkeys are happy to shit in their hands.” Joy scoffed.
“If it is their nature.” I retorted, incensed by her insolence.
“Is being true to our nature all that we should strive to be?” Vita asked, a teasing tenor in his voice.
“What is your nature, Vita?” I hissed at him, “This thought you wear fits you like a glove!” Then I turned to Joy, “As does yours, Daughter.”
“As does yours, Mother.” Joy sneered back. Porn I hummed a moan into her leaking depths, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with need. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like
