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And if thatdra do it I’ petty

Damn the Man and Betty’s citations and all that

I’ll start a garbage-can revolt if I have to

Ryan

“What are you looking at out there?”the thick white curtain on the frontback into place

Shit

“Nothing”

“Nothin’?” he questions “You were sure looking for an awful long time for it to be nothin’”

Long time? It was five minutes, tops

Ten, fifteen, at the most Whatever No need to split hairs over it

He shuffles forward as I step away and run a hand throughto pretend that I’o head-to-head with old Betty Matthews in her mom’s driveway

She was confident and detere with Betty, I could tell by her ani sassy as hell

And the way her curves looked beneath her tank top and tiny sleep shorts with cupcake graphics all over her firm ass? Well, let’s just say Betty fro around like that in a senior retire with blood pressure issues and heart disease as it is The last thing their tickers need is to come face-to-face with the way Carly’s perky—braless—tits look beneath her tank top

Son of a bitch

I was expecting the whole Carly vs Betty shon to be entertaining, obviously, but I didn’t think I’d end up this turned on I’ semi, for God’s sake

My dad steps up to my vacant spot at theand pulls the curtain out of the way “Ahh,” he says, hu with the kind of satisfaction that makes my asshole pucker

Sal’s gotten an eyeful of wayto hear the fucking end of it