She had had a boyfriend, Beatriz's father, for six months. Alex felt the taint of Ben inside her, it was like spiked drink at a club. A trojan horse that slipped past her defenses and into her. She looked at Ben naked and asleep. She wrapped a sheet around her as she crept around the nude form of Ben.
He was six foot 2 with a goatee, but she never remembered it on her face when she kissed him, but Miguel had a goatee. The bow in the bed of his weight was less than a full made. She could see his thing, it was flaccid but man sized. Bea would know the difference, somehow her intelligent daughter could see something that her eyes couldn't, the talk at the coffee shop, her friends pitching questions at her?
Had she raped a child barely old enough to have pubes? But he was old enough, twice now he had ejaculated into her but not like Miguel when they were old enough, a full flow that lasted seconds not barely a one second squirt like Ben. Then she realized he had drugged her with that retro perfume spray.
She turned on the light and played it over his sleeping body, the shadow was that of a teen boy a head shorter than her.
She dropped the phone in shock, cracking the screen and then decided the best way to protect her daughter was to kill him. She reached into her draw and pulled out a baby Glock with a loaded magazine. One to his head and another end her own life. She picked up a pillow and placed it over Ben head and pulled the trigger...