CHAPTER 1: 8-HOUR COCK GRIND
CLAUDIA’S POVThe sky remains pitch-black with stars winking like they are in on the joke when Mom’s voice slices through the dark.
“Claudia, lap-seat with Zion. Seatbelt over both. Safety first.”
She hurls this ancient, moth-eaten blanket at us that smells like mothballs and old fries.
Zion already...