“No way!” I shouted in disbelief as Spencer told me a secret from her childhood. She did not seem like that kind of girl. It was such a shock, but then she pulled out the photos. Oh my gosh it was true. In one of the photographs, Spencer stood with people who were just like her. She was wearing black converse with all kinds of drawing on the rubber toe area. I saw a few anarchy signs and stars, even a few hearts with arrows through them. Her jeans were tighter than anything she wore now. They were tight all the way to her ankles, and they were black. In her back pocket she had a folded white bandana hanging out. Her belt was white and had silver studs all over it. Her shirt was tight and it fit her every curve. It was white with words written across it but her position made it hard to read. Her hair was black, not blonde, but pitch black with red tips. It fell just an inch short of her shoulder. Her lip had a ring in it. Her position was a major turn on though. Her Fist was raised to another girl who looked a lot like her, but she wasn’t scared, and they weren’t actually fighting.

“You see, that” she said pointing to the girl “was my friend Audrey. She and I were like the coolest people in the world. Well, at least we thought so.” She laughed and so did I.

“Oh wow, Spence, you were a high school scene kid.” I laughed.

“Hey shut up, I liked it!” She said in mock pain from my remark.

I tucked the photograph in my jacket pocket and stared at her questioning features. “What?” I asked. “It’s so that later I can blackmail you later.”

“Oh no no no!” She yelped while leaping on my lap trying to tear the picture from my jackets’ clutch. All she managed to do was grab at my breasts multiple times causing me to have a difficult and uncomfortable time playing keep away. Then I realized that Spencer wasn’t as innocent as she liked to play. She was doing it intentionally. The way she grabbed was not the way you would grab for a picture. I shot upwards and reversed the situation pinning her to the couch with one knee pressed hard between her legs. I pinned her arms above her and suddenly she wouldn’t look me in the eye. She had her eyes closed with her eyebrows raised high and her mouth slightly opened.