Mother and daughter Stories

The next few days were a strange, delicious kind of torture, the secret of the club hanging between them, too potent for daylight. They were lying in bed one night, and while Jack was tracing idle circles on Tina’s stomach, his mind was miles away. "You've been quiet," Tina murmured, breaking the silence. "Just thinking," Jack said softly. "About...?" she prodded, her heart starting to beat a little faster. He took a brea...