“You’re not headed any where definite then?" I asked. “No just working my way around for the summer.” I laughed as I said, “Summer’s ove... we’re into football already.” He turned his head looking out the side window. Softly he said, “I know. I just don’t want to go home yet.” We cruised on for some time in silence. He caught me looking again. So he said. “My name is, Dylan,” another long pause, “is there somewhere to stay up this way?” I looked at him again, and I don’t know why, but I. "Mary said, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize." Mary, I'm not mad at you. It's just the way this society is. Blood is everything, no matter what that person did or didn't do. Throw in a couple of bucks a month to the deserted child and that parent is practically a god. She gave up the right to be my mother when she took off thirteen years ago. I know it's not politically correct but the fact that she's dying now doesn't change that."Charlie said, "What about the little girl?" She's a doll. It took. A promise is a promise you know."Before I could question her further mother came and took her up to her room. She winked at me as she went up the stairs. I had no intent of displeasing mother again and I thought nothing of her threat. If I behaved myself mother had promised that after a fortnight I could graduate back to Jenny's body. As the day approached Emma seemed to get more agitated and kept reminding me of my alleged promise. I however simply brushed it off with vague promises of what I. “Not even with Valerie?” Daphne panted.Mallory cackled. “You mean old ‘Netflix and Fuck'? That’s not exactly how she rolls.”Daphne returned a warm, glowing smile. “Maybe we can see a movi—WHAT’S THAT?” She screamed and pulled herself Mallory’s shaft. “Someone’s coming in!” The flustered blonde dashed to another desk away from the scene and covered herself.The classroom door handle clicked and started to turn. Mallory quickly flipped her skirt up and straightened herself. Her eyes were trained.