He rubbed at his boxers, “easy boy.”A few minutes later the girls came back down the hall to the kitchen, and yes, Maggie was dressed in Emmitt’... designated “work clothes”. Emmitt had bitched about her wearing her good school clothes when helping him so he’d put together an outfit for her to wear. Her “work clothes” consisted of a hand-me-down pair of her momma’s cutoff jean shorts, 2-3 sizes too big, held up with a belt made of baler-twine. On top was a worn out, thin, hand-me-down,. Even though he still lived in the city, the layout of the building allowed for a clear view of the surroundings but offered some privacy from prying eyes. Fred was surprised at how quickly she became comfortable with the increased exposure, especially when a whistle came from below. Amanda smiled at the sound, before she identified the source, and waved at him, smiling. Fred smiled also, asking her that if she had enjoyed being whistled at, perhaps they could relocate to the beach for the next. I just wanted it to be Saturday so I could sleep in and not have to think about one more runny nose again. I had one patient left and I was hoping it would be another stupid self-diagnosis that I could brush off in 5 seconds. I knocked on the door and waited a few seconds to let the patient know I was coming. I adjusted my short white dress to make sure that everything was covered and walked in. I looked up from my chart and introduced myself as Miss Amy. Before me, sitting on the table, was a. I then felt a slap on my back."Hey, handsome," said Clarissa from behind me."Hi," I said. My gaze was still focused on Zoe."Friends," she said with a forced smile."Thank you," I said."What's going on?" asked Clarissa."Peyton and I sort of got back together last night," I said."No way!" exclaimed Clarissa."Yeah. I really can't say anything else. It's really a messy situation." Why isn't she here today?" asked Clarissa."Because of the messy situation," I said."You're starting to sound like a.