"Not really. Mama's a bit of a lush. She likes to have three or four of those vodka drinks she makes and pass out. She'll be snoring like a horse until nine tomorrow morning." Jessica slid over to my side. "We have all night if you don't mind spending it with a couple of teenagers and some booze."
"Please Daddy? Haven't I been good?" Sasha's eyes were glowing, her lips curled in a knowing smile. I was stuck and she knew it. Not that I really objected to the idea.
There was a liquor store across the street from the motel. This was sounding better and better.
"Okay, you talked me into it." I said. "One rule though, and that's you only drink as much as I say you can. The first couple will be free, but after that I'm going to want to make sure you're not going to get sick on me."
"Deal!" S
