That was going to leave Marci and me alone all weekend. Plenty of time to teach her the new rules of what her new life was going to be: A slut’s li...e. Marci got home from ‘soccer practice’ right at 7:30. She was wearing a grey shirt with red trim, adorned with a knight on it, her high school mascot, along with a pair of matching shorts. Her skin glistened slightly, as if she had been working out. She had pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail. As she came through the door into the. Ben reach over the cop and took his wallet, badge, and loaded gun jumping back into the car to see Jason sitting back at his side holding a smoking gun, he blew at the barrel and spun it around in his hand, "Thems good shooten heh pop's" Jason said as he placed the gun in the glove box, "Stop talking like that, this ain't one of them westerns you always watch, this is real your sister's life, all of our lives no are in danger" Ben said as he drove off again leaving the gasping cop in the road. She had a wall half-covered in chalkboard paint, and a couple lines of poetry and some symbols written on it. Her closet was open, messy with new purchases and clothing that wasn’t properly hung up.“Sorry about the mess,” Denise said. “If you weren’t you, I wouldn’t have let you up here to see my mess,” She laughed. You figured you should take that as a compliment.“Thanks, I guess,” you chuckle. “It’s certainly nothing I haven’t seen before,” you say, grinning.“Shut up!” She laughs, mock. "Um, uh. I-I-I don’t know what to say,” I stuttered. I was a beet red, and getting redder by the second. I had never felt so embarrassed. She didn’t say anything. She just stood there, looking at me. “I’m so sorry Mrs. Robinson. I’m so embarrassed.” “Oh honey,” she said, “it’s perfectly natural. Young men have urges. I completely understand.”Eager to change the subject, I asked he the first thing I could think of. “Why are you home so early?”If she noticed my attempt to steer the.