She quietly slipped the key in the door, and opened the door slowly, closing it quietly behind her. The first thing she noticed was Katy’s purse an... jacket, laying over the hallway chair. She could hear sounds coming from the bedroom, and suddenly, she began to feel sicker. She could hear giggles, then suddenly it was quiet. She wondered if they heard her coming down the hall, so she stopped. She stood there, not moving a single muscle in her body. Then she heard moans, and there was no. Don't want to, you know, break the stereotype and get up early on youreighteenth birthday, do you?" Even though technically, it's also my second?" I retort."Good point," Lee says, giving me another shoulder pat as grandma's carpulls up. "See you tomorrow, birthday boy!" Cheers," I reply, before climbing into grandma's car, fastening myseatbelt and letting out a long sigh as we drive home."How was work, Ian?" Grandma asks."It was okay," I shrug. "Busy, what with the sale... Probably gonna. When we got to the door, I let Ellen ring the doorbell while I stood just outside the doorbell camera view. She introduced herself as Ellen Jones, my daughter.Oh, this is going to be fun! There is no physical way possible that I have an eleven-year-old daughter. One cooking in a twelve-year-old’s body maybe, but they would never know that.Calamity ensued as everyone tried to get to the door all at once. It opened inward, and they had a small entry hallway. My cousins ran around from the back of. Mom was in her late twenties, but she was still a stunner with a neat body and flawless skin, I was jealous on many fronts, in particular my lack of development in my titty area, I was flat chested, whereas she had a whopping set jugs, that no brassiere could assist.'It's your fucking that keeps me awake mother, you scream too much'. Well the color drained from her face, and she got up and left to go to her room, the reverberations resounding around the house, with the room door being slammed.