Good Cop Bad Cop

door, opened the door to my daughter's bedroom, watched the rise and fall of her chest while she slept, and slowly closed the door, willing my heart to start beating again. Normally I would take a bath before I crawled back into bed because I knew I smelled like Tyler's cologne and sex. I couldn't right now. The sun was starting to come up and suddenly I was so tired I could barely walk. Somehow I made it to my bed, moved the pillow out fro

ickie before I go to work," Tom s

m a quickie'. It took what little resolve I had left not to clock him in the face. What did it matter I wondered to myself as my anger faded. A small part of me wan

hat I used to enjoy Tom, Back before the quickies and Sierra, he had been the best I'd ever had. But we were so young, we had no clue what we wanted or who we were. When he made love to me, I felt so wanted and secure. Then Sierra came up unexpectedly, I was only 19 years old. I felt overjoyed at first that our love had produced this miracle, but he completely withdrew from me. He wasn't ready, and honestly neither was I, but I didn't have the luxury of choosing how I felt about it. "You feel really good this morning." He grunted out. And just as quick as it had started it was over. Tom g

en daddy takes you and mommy's off. It'll be oka

both of her little hands for her to keep with her all day and she walked out of the door. "Sweet, Sweet Sierra, where's my pretty little girl?" I heard Tom yell. I laid back dow