I hate doing laundry, and this time was not going to be any exception, or so I thought. I had already separated everything out and started my washers ...hen she walked in. Carrying a large bag and fighting the door. I jumped up to help her and was given a very angry look and she snapped, "I can take care of myself, I don't remember asking for your help." "Sorry I just..." "Well don't, I don't need you or anything with a dick," She bit again. I was a bit stunned. All wanted to do was help. So back. “Dude, are you going to get something to eat or are you going to find a fuck buddy?” asked Brent in his typical jerk like fashion.“Chill, I was only checking out the competition” I said as I looked at the food options in front of me.After a long, hard decision I decided to grab a chicken salad, a small cup of vanilla pudding and a bottle of orange juice. Before reaching the table Brent was sitting at I bumped into a tall, toned guy that was about 3 years older than me. He had semi-long black. Then he leans in and starts kissing her neck. His prick is already at half-mast.“Hmm...” she purrs. “It seems that you’re not the only one up this morning. As much as I would like to go another round with you, I really need to get finished if we are going to make it to lunch on time.” Then with her free hand, she grabs a sponge and hands it to him. “I bought you a new sponge. It’s made for men.”Casey takes it from her and continues to kiss her neck. He moves his other hand from her belly to her. "Tell me, Myrna, is Dylan your boyfriend?" Well... I guess so..." You're not sure? You bring some boy home with you an' you're not sure if he's your boyfriend?" We're jus'... you know... hangin' out together." Is that what you were jus' doin'?" queried Gloria."Yeah," Myrna admitted."Looks like you mighta been doin' more 'n jus' hangin' out, girl," said Gloria. "I hope you remember what I tol' you 'bout usin' protection. You don't wanna get knocked up while you still in school." Mom!" protested.