I wanted to know what it was. And damn me if I was going to leave before I found out what it was. I turned off the living room lights, and walked into...Julie’s bedroom. A little light bled in from the kitchen, and I could make out her bed, just a mattress on the floor. No other furniture. Scattered books and bags were pushed against the walls, and clothes spilled out of cramped closet. The room smelled like dusty incense. Julie had a sheet pulled up to her chin, as she stared up at the chipped. She reached into my jeans and jerked my panties into the worst wedgie I have had to date. One hand in my hair the other pulling my panties she marched me to the bedroom, I soon found myself naked and in tears. Bent over the bed she spanked my ass with (my belt) until I was begging her to stop and agreed to do what she said. I should describe this woman, maybe an inch shorter than I about the same age and weight with at least D cup breasts, very pretty with long blond hair. She told me to lie on. The hell with what she said. I could always say that I didn't see the note before it was too late... only... God, this was so not fair.At that moment, I truly wished that I still hated Eddie's guts. If I hated him, then that package would be opened and to hell with everyone else. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Ever since I found out that Eddie wasn't just a deadbeat, I'd been trying to at least respect him. And the truth was, he deserved to know what was in that package as much as I. She mentioned that since I had asignificant trust fund that all the costs of housing and my up keepwould be paid for by my trust account. Now that really pissed me off."Look here Mrs. Sinclair, if my money is gonna pay for my foster carethen damn it, let me live on my own. I'm seventeen and old enough totake care of myself," I told her."Forget it boy! The State is responsible for you until you reach yourmajority. The rules are the rules and you will go and do as we tellyou. Of course, if.