He told me that he could make anyone he wanted become slightly horny within thirty seconds and a total slut in like five minutes." But that's ridiculo...s!" snorted Jeff."I know," giggled Mindy, "I told him that too. So he told me that if I was so sure why not make a bet with him. I told him no of course, but then he got out a wad of cash. He told me that he bet me five grand that with just the power of his mind, he could make me feel horny before I was able to pick the five grand off the floor.". "You're mean. Seriously, I do need a favor. I'm the only girl in my group that hasn't done it."I stopped, and we faced each other."Done it?" I asked stupidly."Fucked," she said.I was shocked to hear the word from her luscious lips, lips made for kissing obviously. And maybe some other things.We stopped again and faced each other. "What?" I hoarsely whispered. "You haven't done that?"She shook her head, tossing golden curls that fell back into place as if by magic."Nope, not once." She sniffed.. As if on cue, 4 seconds after we both got under the covers, and pretended to be sleeping, the door opened, and our father peeked in. As quickly as he came, he left, shutting the door, and creeping back down stairs without making a sound, trying not to wake us. I gave it five minutes before letting out a sigh of relief and sat up a little.“That…was too fucking close.” I whispered, and she nodded.“Yes. We have to be a lot more careful. But…at least…you got the worst part done with. It was just. He waved and left the store quickly. Chris climbed into his replacement Hyundai and yelped when he saw Ebima sitting in the front seat, wearing a sapphire tunic over black pants and black boots. He quickly looked around and confirmed no one saw, and proceeded to drive home. What the shi-stuff are you doing! You scared me! Ebima sat rigidly in the seat, staring straight ahead. Who is that woman? Chris sat in silence until he realized who Ebima meant. Mrs. Bixler? Shes the manager of The.