Every time the boat hit a bump, my eighteen-year-old stepson’s burning hand pushed another inch up under my skirt. I bit down on the blanket because my fifty-year-old husband was sitting in front of us driving like nothing was wrong. If I’d known what the backseat of that trip was about to become, I would’ve died before ever saying a word…
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