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    I'm Going to Make Her Mine – (Chapter: 6: Riot: Misery Business)

    “Ashley,” I called out. Where the hell is she?

    “Ashley, I need to get home.”

    “Ashley I really need to get home.” Are you fucking kidding me? Oh where, oh where may Ashley be?

    “Well lookie here. Ashley, are you surfing porn? How many times have I told you, if you’re going to look at it then at least shut the door.” I grinned.

    “Sorry mother, next time all make sure to do so.” She said as she rolled her eyes.

    “Spencer if I was looking at porn I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be when a friend was over. And” her voice turned seductive. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want my door shut if I was watching it, now would you?” She smirked and turned back to look at the monitor. Damn her and her rightness! I can’t help it though, I’m a nympho. It’s true why deny it?!

    “Okay, I suppose your right, but ugh whatever. Anyways can you take me home?”

    “So soon, it’s only 10:30. Awww does Miss. Carlin have a bedtime? That’s so cute, how old are you?” She teased. Ha-ha clever, did you really think that by yourself?

    “Old enough, I can assure you that” I winked and walked to the door.

    —————  

    “So I need you stop here.” I told her.

    “Um why? If I remember correctly your house is down further.” Confusion underlined her tone.

    “Let’s just say someone won’t be happy if I’m seen with you.” I countered back. And tonight is not the night to hear his bitching.

    “Well then, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said. I turned and smiled before leaving the car.

    “Yea, it’s a possibility.” And with that I left.

    —————

     I finally get to my house. Note to self: next time fuck Glen, this whole fucking walking a mile shit ain’t happening again!

    I reached for the doorknob, when someone beat me to the punch. Ah this must be Glen!

    “Spencer, where the hell have you been?” My mother asked. Hmmm surprise, surprise.

    “Out mom, I was with a friend nothing happened, we talked and then fucked. It was no big deal, really. It’s not like I can get pregnant but I guess there is always a possibility of getting an STD. Eh don’t worry we were safe, I promise.” Her eyes bulged out. I laughed internally. “Mom I’m kidding, god we only made out.”  I’m already going to get grounded, so why not have fun at her expense.

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