She's a little into the darker side of life, and expresses it by wearing torn clothing and a multitude of jewelry and sporting a head of long, red-dye... hair.Sitting next to her in the passenger’s seat is Claire. She's of average height and thinner than the other two, but still has enough shape to her body to retain its attractiveness. Of the three, she's the only one you've had a romantic history with; although that didn't go very far. More boyish and vulgar than most girls, she's taken no time. I called one of them and put it on the market and I was not surprised when he called me two days later and told me he had an offer. It was close to my asking price so I told him to accept.The one thing I didn't do was see a lawyer. I would make Madeline do all the divorce proceedings stuff. By the time she got around to it the house should be in or very near foreclosure since I wasn't going to be making any payments on it. All the late notices and nasty letters would be forwarded to my new. I was sure she’d be angry. I was certain Mrs Spencer would blame me for what had just happened.But, brow corrugated by her puzzlement, Mrs Spencer said, “Sorry? What for?”“Thuh-this,” I stammered, eyes on the carnage.“Oh, Sammy,” Mrs Spencer drawled, apparently amused. “Don’t you worry, my darling. You’ve absolutely nothing to be sorry about. I loved it. I loved watching. Seeing all that spunk…”Mrs Spencer sighed and rolled her eyes in a gesture of appreciation.“if anything,” she went on,. "Truth," I said, not wanting to come on too strong."Have you ever kissed another boy?" Whoa, that's kind of personal," trying to stall for time. I HAD kissed a boy before, but I didn't want her to know that."You HAVE to answer. If you don't answer a question, or do a dare you have to be the other person's slave and do whatever they say for an hour." Well, the answer is yes, but I'm going to keep you to your rules," I said with a smile on my face. "Truth, or dare?"With an air of defiance she.