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“Well, I feel like a sausage in this dress” I start tugging at it again, this tiher up to my neck It’s pointless The iether and upwards in the bodice of the dress, the he down, I can see thewith the vibration of the car, and I cross ain I resist the temptation to ask Roxy to turn the car around

“Your tits are divine, Carrie When are you going to realize that?” Roxy laughs again, good-naturedly, and turns the car into a dimly lit street

I sigh but don’t reply After all, Roxy’s my best friend so it’s her job to lift me up Plus, maybe this party will be okay The street we’re on is just the same as all the other streets in our small suburban town Riverbend was a wonderful and safe place to grow up, and it will always be ho at the sa watching TV with Mom, but Roxy, as usual, had other ideas

“Trust me Just trust me,” my buddy murmurs mysteriously

We pull up outside a house like any other on the quiet street As I get out of the car, I make one last atte curves, then decide to give up Roxy takes my hand and leadswith excitement as she knocks on the door, and wonder ifdifferent to this party I shiver suddenly, despite the warm summer air

A littlein the middle of the door, like a secret latch, opens and the handso He eyes us up and down and grins at Roxy

“Password?” he says in a deep, pleasant voice

“Deepthroat,” responds Roxy mysteriously I try to hide my surprise What kind of place is this?

“Wrong That was last week’s,” he grins

“Just let hs Roxy flirtatiously, and I wonder how often she’s been here

Rollo winks and swings the door open to admit us Immediately we’re met with the deep, sensual base of low-fi party od, it’s the sound I only know fro uilty enjoy across these scenes on ht