“Do you mind if I grab some clothes to change in to from my car,” Corbin asked.Lana replied, “Not at all.”“You can go ahead and pour us up a...drink.”“I don’t have any mixers.”“Here you go,” Corbin said pulling out eight one-dollar bills and placing it on the desk. “I saw a vending machine sign down the hall.”“Sounds good.”Corbin disappeared. Lana put slid on a pair of Old Navy flip flops and rushed towards the snack machines. She purchased two bottles of Sprite and went back to her room. Corbin. My parents are kinda crazy and very religious. I'm an only child and every week the three of us, mom, dad, and me would have to go to church 3 times. Twice on Sunday and once on Wednesday. My mom and dad made a big deal about how evil the world was, particularly sex. That's probably why they only had one child I guess. Oh, they loved me in their own way, but they had a hard time showing it, what with wanting me to know just how evil everything was and how really bad sex was and how "the sins of. While I was thinking about it, Rhonda asked, "Don are you going to college or do you plan to just sell air filters for the rest of your life?" Rhonda, I know that it's rude to answer a question with another question, but what're your plans for the rest of your life?" I don't know. Go to college, marry, and either find a job or have babies."I asked Susan the same thing. She said, "I can't afford to go away to college, but want to do the same thing as Rhonda." So you have no plans except to start. Her pleated skirt stopped midthigh, well above the knees. Her feet were elevated in colorful, beaded high heels. She began to sway to the music. Bianca brushed her hair around her head, leaving it ruffled from being swished about. Her hands descended to brush her body. She spun her back to Victor, her elbows out level, dipping, unseen hands working her blouse buttons. She held the panels wide, and then dropped the shirt down her arms. There were no bra straps. She peeked over her shoulder.