It was all so perfect. Beth gave her arse a big slap. She wanted to get up. She asked Geraldine to bend over by the dresser and look in the mirror. Be...h got behind and started to hump the tight rump. The mirror seemed to magnify the incredulity of her own glossy expression, as Beth humped her harder and harder. Geraldine uttered low moans. ‘Tell me to leave my boyfriend, beg me, and I will, you fat fucking slut!’ Beth seethed.‘Leave him for me, Beth! Leave him today! PLEASE!Beth’s hips slapped. Are you still in high school?” I loved it that so many people were thinking I was in high school.“I haven’t made it to college yet.” True, but misleading!“So what school do you go to?”I gave the name of my school. The high school up the road has the same name as mine. The only difference is you put either High School or Middle School after the name. So by telling her the name without saying either, it wasn’t a lie. Fortunately she’d heard of the school but didn’t know much about it so we. And we all piled into my car, and drove around Stockton, with ‘Toodles’ pointing out City Hall, and the Imax Regal Cinema Center, along with a number of other interesting places. We ended up at her favorite Bar and Grill, called Bradley’s.As we walked in, the young man behind the bar yelled, “Yo Jenn.”She looked a little embarrassed and said, “I used to date Jimbo, but he got a little handsy.”I offered, in my horrible Marlon Brando voice, “You want I should go and break his legs, Jenn?”That. "I should have known this," he told them. "When I was looking for where to come, I noticed this one was a different color. It was brown instead of yellow like the others. I hadn't thought much of it, figuring it was just how I was viewing it, but I think it denotes the occupant has died. Let's get this loaded onto the truck and get out of here before the people who live here return." Should we ... you know, offer a prayer or something?" Cynthia asked."I have no idea what we'd say, nor even what.