Mama Fiona – Your Stepmom Is A Size Queen _top_ -

She stood up. Walked to her nightstand. Pulled out a bottle of silicone lube the size of a wine bottle. Dropped it in my lap.

A locked toolbox. Cheap lock. I picked it in ten seconds. mama fiona – your stepmom is a size queen

I sat.

Then she looked up.

I moved out the next morning. Not because I was scared. She stood up

Mama Fiona. Six feet of Irish-Italian fury in stilettos. She didn't cook us casseroles. She rebuilt the deck. She didn't gossip. She read The Economist and could deadlift a Buick. I hated her for about six months. Hated how she looked at me like I was a loose screw she hadn't gotten around to tightening. ” she said.

“Sit,” she said.