Chapter 4
"I'm going to bed now," Bella whispered to Waylon. I couldn't really hear her voice, but I could see her lips move as she spoke to him. I could hear him plainly over the extremely loud baseball game.
"You better take a bath, you need to be real clean and good smelling, don't you wanna be a good girl?" I saw Bella's head bob. I wanted to vomit.
"Then get up there and run a bath, use some of that pretty smelling stuff you got, I like that." Bella nodded again. An adult would see the depravity in that statement, but a child—it could seem like a great suggestion. She scampered off, and I heard him get up out of Charlie's recliner.
When he entered the kitchen to throw away the beer Bella just brought him, he held his hard dick.