When it's done, she sags in exhaustion.
The door creaks as it opens. One of my tentacles draws my gun and puts it in my hand before the door opens more than a crack. But I don't fire. It's Caron Zedona at the door, Luna's father.
I quickly use my tentacles to cover as much of her as I can.
But there's no hiding the semen dripping all over the floor in puddles.
"If you're about done with my daughter," Zedona says, with a grim smile. "We've got places to be."
His eyes dart away quickly, but I know the image has to be burned into his mind. When I get dressed and back out in the hall, the man looks haunted for sure.
Not that I blame him. Seeing your daughter in that position must be tough to get out of your head.
Not that I care. I'm sure she's caught him a time or two. Zedona doesn't strike me as a guy who'd go without just because his wife died. I should know, my father didn't either.
