The Next Day…
"Uncle Haines!"
Penny jolted upright from her slumber, gasping in shock. "Oh, my god!"
She covered her gaping mouth with her hand, eyes wide in horror. Last night had already felt like a nightmare. After finally giving in to the chaos and helping Zoren, the man had taken forever to reach his first orgasm. She swore she had almost cried from how long he took.
Worse—he still hadn't gone down even after that.
She had no idea how she had fallen asleep. Maybe she had passed out in the middle of it all, or right after their umpteenth round. Who knew? And, honestly, who cared?
But now, she was waking up with one terrifying realization:
"I forgot about Uncle Haines last night," she whispered in horror.
A low grunt came from beside her.
"I'm dead," she declared dramatically.
Zoren ruffled his hair, propping himself up on one elbow as he cracked open a sleepy eye. "You want more?"
SLAP!
"Renren!" Penny shrieked, slapping his shoulder. "Uncle Haines ate that soup too!"
