“Hi.” Molly squeaked. Nobody moved. Throughout the car ride Mickey worried there were going to be few, if any, family members his age. He watched as her form-fitting clothing hugged her curves and highlighted her best attributes. ~~~
Two hours had passed since Mickey and his family arrived at his grandmother’s house. “Um, to the um, bathroom.”
She managed to get past her parents sitting next to her and rushed towards the bathroom. Mickey had only used it once, since his family had never stayed at grandmother’s before. He eyed her bald mound and her small hands working in a rhythmic unison causing her to let out shallow moans. Mickey listened to his Uncle Rick tell him about his college days, something he had longed for since graduation. “Brett Harris. I’ll text you more later.”
As she read the last words of the message, the door to the restroom sprang open. The only relation came from Molly’s dad, Jason, who had a brother that married into the family the year before.
