The girl walked proudly alongside her
mother, watching how she
existed in her heels, how she
held her head up and her
back straight so her
breasts were thrust forward and how her
hips swung lazily as she
sauntered along the beachfront
past the hot glances of men,
past their ill-concealed erections, and the
girl slowed her usual haste, trying to
draw those eyes, make them
want her as much as her mother and she
knew then that soon she would be
making the same feral noises her
mother made behind her bedroom door.
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