Mar 9, 2010

Posted by celiapleete in I'm 12 years old and what is this?, fashion | Comments

Secrets and Lies.

Secrets flashed wordlessly between them. The school chastity ball brought forth a night of passion…forbidden by most cultures, yes, but not one without fire and raw lust. Chaperoned by him, seduced in a golf cart afterward. Oh, if only they could repeat that magical night, but all she could say to him was,

“Good morning, Mike…I mean, Mr. Hammond.”

“Good morning, Patti. I trust you did your…homework last night?” He coughed nervously. Mrs. Taylor was in the elevator.

“I did, sir. I did it all night.”

“Good girl.”

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