I glanced at the clock on thewall and wondered when Mom would come back.I blinked. Mrs. Adams wasn't my mother, although I knew damn well shewas. I ...as so proud to sing in the choir with her, but I rememberedhearing Mom talk to Aunt Marjorie about Richard Roundtree when shethought I wasn't listening."That man is FINE," Mom had said.I smiled, understanding what Mom had meant. I pictured Roundtree takingme in his arms and kissing me.I closed my eyes and shuddered.An image of Roundtree taking. Carefully, I twisted the mirror so I could see the window. It was empty. Rising, I turned the mirror, scanning the room. Erica was swaying, almost dancing, in the center of the room, her back still to me. I risked standing so I could see her without the mirror.The beautiful girl swung her hips and dipped her legs, gyrating. Then, starting at her hemline a few inches above her knees, she ran her hands up her body until they cupped and squeezed her breasts. Even though I could only see her from. More

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