Once I had covered all the spots on my head, I emptied the towel into the small waste basket lined with a Walmart bag. Finally I dressed in the same p...ir of jeans as before, but I did wear fresh underwear, and a freshly laundered sweatshirt. It was a sweat shirt from the thrift store. The logo on the front was for a restaurant five hundred miles away, at least.After breakfast I went to the fountain in front of The Haven to drink coffee and try to plan my day. I really wanted to interview Joey. But I don’t why you are being so frigid all of a sudden. Everyone at school knows you’re a slut, jeesh!” Tony said, starting the car, putting it in gear and then spinning the tires.“I’m a what?” Claire said, not believing what she had heard. “I’m not a...”Tony interrupted her. “Oh, come on, Claire! You’re always flirting with all the guys, wearing slutty clothes and showing off your tits and ass to everybody! It’s kind of obvious, don’t you think?”“Just because I wear pretty clothes and have a. "You think you can tell me what to do? I was gonna fuck your whore mouth whether you wanted it or not."Isabella squealed and moaned into his crotch in response, unable to actually say anything. Andy looked down at her miserable face with a strange smile. She had the look of a young innocent girl; the type of girl people might want to protect. That was not the feeling Andy had for her though. Ever since he learned of her origin, the product of his father cheating on his mother, he had wanted to. I would go out in my yard and purposely take my shirt off, flex a little and hope maybe she was inside looking out at me. One day I purposely mowed my lawn only wearing shorts and sweating profusely and even pulled my shorts up while sitting on my rider mower rubbing myself innocently and almost giving her a shot at my cock, if she had been looking. A few days went by and I really didn't see much evidence that she was around. One afternoon, I was particlarly horny, the wife was gone and I had.