“Stay right here,” he told her as he went to get to door.Did he really think she had been getting up to get the door? She had been getting up to f...ee! But she stayed at his command.She heard voices at the door and then to her on her dismay, Jon came in the room followed by his friend Todd.“Woe Mrs. F!” Todd exclaimed. “You are one hot woman!”“In the evenings she is called Slutty Bitch, Slut, Bitch, or Slutty Momma Bitch,” Jon explained to his friend.Beth thought she would pass out right there. Her leg's were curvy and fine.Lauren tended her appearance well, and always had on subtle yet well placed makeup to accent her favorite features. She wore designer clothes, normally fine jeans and formal looking blouses. This made her stand out all the more in the small town she lived in.Shockingly though, Lauren had a secret. Well, several secrets. Nobody knew this, but much of her appearance was actually a lie. For one thing, she always wore heels. She felt she was too short, and her legs. ’ ‘Yep.’ I flutter my eyelashes at her and pretend to look embarrassed. When she sighs, I can tell I’ve won. ‘Ugh, you’re incorrigible, and I only make it worse by indulging you.’ She sits down at the end of the couch, the only bit left unoccupied by my sprawled body. For all her plans, she hasn’t gotten dressed yet either, just a pair of panties and stripey tank top. She looks good in them, but then, that’s true of pretty much anything. ‘Yeah, but I’m cute and I let you play mad scientist with. They had only been in town a few hours, enroute on Ken's motorcycle to L.A. where he had intended to re-enter college while she found some sort of job to help support them. That income along with his Uncle's annuity would surely have carried them... and then, this... !For a moment, she thought of her own parents, their closely knitted family, her brothers, cousins, aunts and uncles, the security of the farm with its vast fields of rippling grain, but prudently, she put it from her. She'd made.