HARKNESS
“Why would I want you?”
They both stare at me, horrified, groin-rippling shock on their faces.
The younger one picks up one of the kids. The brat still on the floor starts bawling, totters close and grabs her leg. She glances down at him… “Shhh. It’s alright. Be a good boy.” She stares at me with gimlet green eyes, clutching the kid to her.
“You think?” I grin.
The older one plasters on a smile. It’s fake, but it’s a good try. She shimmies closer, turning it on. “You don't want her,” she murmurs. “It’s me you want.”
“Mom, no…”
“I told you to shut the fuck up. When I want your mouth open, it won’t be for talking.”
She’s pretty good-looking, the old whore. Almost as much so as her bitch daughter. Must have looked after herself well.