#Chapter71

“Ben, have you seen Mr. Rabbit?” Imara’s arm reached under the couch with a ball of light by her head.

“I feel like we’ve had this conversation before, Baby.” Ben leaned against the bedroom door and laughed to himself as he watched Imara’s ass move while she slithered across the floor in search of Eliza’s toy rabbit. “Damn, girl. Why don’t you reach a little further? I think he’s way in the back there somewhere. Those bunnies are tricky.”

Imara sat up and looked over her shoulder as she shook the rabbit at Ben. “I didn’t need your help, anyhow. I found it all by myself.” She walked to...