Chad and Ashley looked good together, although not much alike. Chad is too thin, but Ashley had the beginnings of curves, maybe because she was almost...seventeen. She had dark blonde hair with highlights and curling iron curls that fell almost to her breasts. Chad’s black hair was unruly on a good day. She was about three inches shorter than Chad, who was almost as tall as his six-foot father. More than anything, though, Chad often sounded somewhat angry when he talked. Ashley had a soft voice I. She let me stand in the warm water for a long while before she reached in, turned the water off, and pulled the shower curtain open.?Dry off and go make me some dinner.? Anita handed me a towel.?Yes Mistress Anita.? I dried myself, combed my hair, and went into her kitchen. The refrigerator was mostly empty, but I found some chicken breast strips in the freezer and some canned peas and instant mashed potatoes in the pantry. I defrosted the strips in the microwave, and fried them on the stove. I. “Holee crap, the boy wanks off to nasty old women.” The fact was all but certain, but it still caught her off guard. She’d expected to find men more than older women. “Well at least you’re not gay I guess,” she announced as if he could hear her. Standing up, she reactivated his screensaver and then gathered up her basket of dirty clothes and headed for the hallway. As she stepped out into the corridor, she noticed her reflection in the long mirror that was mounted to the outside of the. Within three days, he would approach her again, still having spent no time with her, as one would think a boyfriend would, and say directly to her, ‘he wanted to break up with her.’ No reason offered. He simply turned and walked away from her. True scenario: The other boys in the class had given him a dare. He had to go with [surname] for forty-eight hours: he did not want her: he just did not want to back down from the challenge. There is little need to write about the impact of that on her.