“It’s not like I need a babysitter, Mom. I’m eighteen!”“Well...”“Mother, really!” She gave a sly grin. “Who’s the guy, Mom?”“G...y? No, I’m just spending the weekend with a friend.”Marcia gave a disgusted snort. “Mom, really, even you can come up with a better story than that. It’s obvious. We all know you’re seeing some guy. Who is he?”“What? No, it’s not like that. What do you mean?” protested Barbara weakly.“Give me a break. You have been talking to some guy on the phone most nights, and then. Watching her, he reflected that she should come with a warning label, maybe a tattoo somewhere. “Caution, live steam,” or something like that. “Did you dream of me, while you were away?” she asked him, taking a glass from his hand and sipping it, looking up at him from very close. “Yes,” he said. He drank down the wine, not trusting his voice. She did too, not saying anything, and held out her glass for another glass, which she also drank quickly, not saying anything, her eyes on his as he. It wasn't even an expensive date either. We were gonna go to TGI Fridays or Applebees, but what the fuck ever right? Screw it," Jeanette said."But did he give you any reason?" I asked."Nothing specific, but I think his member might be entering some other girl's forest though, call me crazy," Jeanette replied."OK then, he's a dumbass anyway, but that still sucks, I guess we should start working on homework," I said."Yeah, but can I ask you something?" Jeanette asked."Sure, shoot," I replied."I. We had a shower together and had another round of sex. We later left to a mall and she was wearing a red one piece and the mall was staring at her. I wasn’t able to control myself and told her while leaving itself, I may fuck you at any time you are too horny. She was like, I am also ready to get fucked. While everyone was watching her she smooched me on the elevator. All were stunned.She gave a handjob and I pressed her breasts in the theater and we left the hall in the middle of the cinema.