I passed my bedroom once I reached the top. Mom and Dad’s room was at the end down the hallway. The giggles were loud and free - I suppose that wasn...��t a problem when you live in a big detached house- you wouldn’t have to worry too much about nosy neighbors overhearing anything.For some strange reason, I thought back to when I lived here, how I had to snoop around town and hook up with girls. Bringing them home just seemed unfathomable.I tip-toed to my parent’s door, which was open a crack and. The same personor someone else had spray painted the word "BITCH" in large letters tofinish the job.I looked at the rickety stairs. Three of the steps were missing halfwayup. The entire staircase had pulled away from the landing and sagged agood foot below making access to second floor impossible. I'd reached adead end."Monica, you can come out from where ever you're hiding," I yelled, angerrising inside of me. "I'm tired of playing games." So am I," said a male voice behind me.I spun around.. He hoped shewould be all right–this guy was big and when Mary wasexcited she tended to make some bad decisions. And heknew that she had decided not to make the bear wearprotection while he ravaged her most private orifice.Joe’s own penis awakened from its rest to surge insidehis underwear and he felt the resultant flash of guiltypleasure.Suddenly the bathroom door surged open, rattling thesuspended ceiling tiles with the force. A young man,probably a good prospect if Mary. .. it mustbe that girl! I'll get her back. But she has to think at least I amplaying by her rules. So I'll do this stupid crap, I'll wear theseclothes. I just gotta survive until midnight.She steadied herself, and walked into the nearest fashionable lookingwomens shop, luckily still dead at this time in the morning, and wasinstantly set upon by a shop assistant."Can I help you, miss?" she asked"Yes, I need a new outfit, and fast." Ha, I can see that! Bad night on the town? You stuck.