They Let a Child Humiliate Me at the Birthday Table—By Morning, the Car Was Gone and Someone Was Knocking

so cold I gasped. The sticky sweetness spread down my thighs, dripped onto the floor.

For a heartbeat, there was silence.

Then the table exploded in laughter.

“Oh, Tyler!” Irene cackled.

“That’s my boy,” Mike crowed. “Savage.”

I reached for a napkin with shaking fingers. It shredded under my hand, leaving bits of white stuck to the wet fabric. That made continue reading …