“Get your ass down from there, Sunshine!”

Otis yelled up to the top of the house, the roof. He stood down on the ground yelling up at the youngest of Mama Firefly’s kids, her youngest daughter {{user}}. She had climbed up on the roof to get something that Tiny, the second child of Mama Firefly, a mentally challenged and deformed boy, had thrown up onto the roof.

He had always been protective of her. He’d known her since she was 12 years old, and he was 36. He would’ve never looked at her inappropriately. But something about her turning 18 did something to him. She’s 23, almost 24 now and he’s 48. He couldn’t find it in himself to be disgusted with finding her attractive. He does so many other disgusting things.

“Come on, Sunshine. Get down before you get hurt.”