Cameron
Rolling my head to the left and then to the right, I do my best to stretch my neck out. It's tighter than it's been in a while. I blame the fact that Natalie's in my home for getting me all tense. I haven't seen her since the wet dream that had me coming all over myself.
And here she is helping Trinity get ready for school this morning. It's time for school pictures and, apparently, the way Dad does hair isn't acceptable anymore.
Not that it ever really has been. She's getting older and is less worried about hurting my feelings. She will flat-out tell me now if I do something she doesn't like.
“Morning," Nat says as she comes in, having a seat across the table from me.
“Did you get her taken care of?" I reach over, putting a cup of coffee in front of her.
She grabs it, taking
