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She looked at me “Your mother is at work, Brant You know that She’ll be home at six Until then, you’re stuck with me”

She was a liar This ugly woman opened her mouth and all that speas a lie My mother didn’t even have a job She stayed home all day Spent time with lasses ofcommercial breaks I closed er

“Do you want to work on your computer for a bit, and then return to this?”

“I want to watch TV” The clock about the shelves showed that it was almost four My mom would let me watch TV anytime after three

The stranger frowned “You don’t like TV anymore, Brant It hurts your head, remember? Why don’t you work on your corip slipping off, the return of her hand harder, her nails digging into the soft skin in a way that hurt

I didn’t knohat she expected me to do with a pile of junk stretched out, a computer screen hooked to a chain of pieces There was no computer there, just a jumbled mess of wires The only computer I’d used was e and easy-to-find power button There was no power button there, and that only served to make me feel more stupid I shook my head

“Then we’re back to fractions,” she sighed “Do these four pages now, no excuses, Brant”

I looked up, away froe that had been pushed and pulled between us until it had a sht corner “I’ out of ht to be heard

The woe in her eyes, a hesitation of sorts A look I liked I pushed away frorowth spurt already putting th over others Over this woman

“Shush, Brant!” she scolded, regaining her footing and putting a hand onto pushher atteles

“I’M NOT BRANT!” I screa a moment of adolescent pleasure at the forbidden feel of female brsts, even if they were attached to an old wowildly on its way down

Ion her stoan on TV a feeeks earlier The led and yelled but went nowhere Hulk had done an athletic spring ju, but she only squir

“Brant!” she yelled, hittingthe voice that

“I’M NOT BRANT!” I sith a fist, the way love,Saw her head snap, her yells stopping as her hands flew up to protect her face, swing after swing breaking easily through the fluttering of her hands, her voice beco by the time my hands tired