One of those books drove me to one of my worst spankings ever.I had read a particularly hot chapter in the middle of the afternoon and had put it away...again in the bottom drawer of my dresser. I lay there, wanting - needing - to get off, needing to put my hands down there.I knew that if I started, I wouldn't be able to stop... but I did it anyway.There was too much noise. Mom heard the bed creak rhythmically and started marching up the stairs. If I had stopped right then and there, I could have. I told Terri I was going to wear shorts during the day because it gets rather warm in Vegas in the summer. She said, “Shorts are fine during the day but you will dress nicer when we go out at night.” Terri had always been the fashion police in our family; she often accused me of being colorblind. When she had gone shopping on Monday, she bought me several pairs of shorts that were a lot nicer than the ones I usually wore; most of which came from Wal-Mart. They were shorter and even had a seam. I opened the text message and it said Hey, Chelsea, could I ask you for a HUGE favor? Depends, what is it? I replied. A minute or two later I got a reply from her, it said I need to go up to LA to see my mother in the hospital, she broke her hip! And i need someone to watch Tommy for about a week I thought about it for a minute, thinking that i had no school for the week, because of a snow day, and there wasnt shit to do for that week, so i said Sure, when will you need me?. She replied Wud it. I had nothing else planned so engaged in a bit of people watching while I waited for a response to my text when I saw the guy from the shop approach and sit down next to me, we exchanged a few pleasantries before he said, “Shame about that young lass in the shop eh”, now I was intrigued, “What happened?” I asked and he went on to explain that they had complaints that she swore at customers, well it all made sense now with her mumbling Tourette problem although I couldn’t help but feel sorry for.