“Reese grabbed the back of the nearest easy chair and whispered, "Honey, baby, come to mama.”
“Reese, honey, victims are victims when they remain quiet. They gain power when they speak out.”
“Can you kiss me again?” the whisper came like a plea laced with honey and need, and any desire to enjoy one thing at a time was lost in that second. “Come here baby boy and I’ll kiss you forever,”
“Where do you want me, baby? I’m your slave.” Reese smiled and watched Hannah.”
“You're in deep with me, aren't you, baby?" I whispered my question just to confirm."Drowning." he whispered back.”
“There ain't no "baby mama drama" up in this Vortex, homie!”