Leroy turned his face, pressing his lips together as a familiar memory from that night crept back to haunt him.
"What are you going to do with your father?" he asked, trying to steer the conversation away from that topic, to any topic, really.
Lorraine chuckled, poking his cheek with mischievous intent. "Oh, are you changing the subject now?"
He grunted, grabbed the very finger she used to prod him, and without a hint of hesitation… bit down. Hard.
"Ouch!" Lorraine yanked her hand back, pouting exaggeratedly. "Are you a dog?"
"I am a dog," he declared, wrapping his arms possessively around her waist, burying his face in her chest with exaggerated devotion. He inhaled deeply, like a hound savoring its prize. "Ahh… you smell so good."
Lorraine rolled her eyes as he started to nibble on them. She pressed his forehead, shoving him away just enough. This man loved her breasts a little too much for her taste. He didn't try further and looked at her with a silly grin on his face.
