It made me less self-conscious of my promiscuity. I found myself aroused. My eyes kept finding Ashley. I never would have thought she would be so s...andalous. Maybe one day I’d reveal we were dumpster sisters but for now I was just relieved that it wasn’t me they were talking about.Drinks flowed and the night wore on. I was tipsy but not tired. Still, I wanted a pick me up and began to walk up to my room to grab my bag of blow. My phone rang. It was my ex-boyfriend, Matt. What could he. It was some three months ago now that our life changed, we had been invited to an engagement party of a friend and Carla decided to get a new outfit for the occasion. Up to now she had been pretty conservative in her dress, but I insisted she bought something a little more risqué. We trolled the shops and eventually she bought a party dress, quiet long, but very low at the front. So low that it came with two thin cords tied at the front to keep her breasts from falling out. She tried it. Climbing the steps, he moved further down the walkway to examine the tank. Spaghetti straps, a deep neckline, lace fringing the bottom. No rips, no blood. Tom felt the body of the material. It was still warm. The exclamation of the kid about the cops. He could’ve sworn it was male. His head snapped up. Looking down the empty walkway, he saw nothing but shadows in the amber light. He glanced at the night behind him, then crept forward. To his left, the deck disappeared behind a grouping of. . my Purge. And Mom’s. For what Dad did to us, to Kathy, to Leslie, to all of us, even to Jason,” I taunted Aunt Myra, causing her to aim the shotgun at my groin.“NO!” Leslie shouted, “enough blood! Enough! He treated me after your husband cut me! No more of this! I’m a bitch, a cunt, and a real dumbass at times, but at least I’ve never harmed anyone. Not on purpose! I’ve never Purged! But if you do this, so help me, next Purge, I’ll gut you like a fish!”“Just for that, no rape option for you..