That smile replaced my fright with curiosity, and I opened my mouth to ask him why, and that was when he slipped his big thumb into my mouth. He still had his big hand on the back of my neck, but he was no longer trying to move my head forward or his thumb into my mouth. Indian xxx There was no smile, creepy or otherwise, and his eyes had cleared and sharpened in the look I had become very familiar with, the look that meant he was not screwing around. Too many memories of what Daddy did to Mommy when he was mad at her, and how he would remove me from his lap and then get up and walk to where Mommy was standing at the sink; he would be mad at her and he would make her cry, and now he was mad at me and I was sure he was going to make me
