Tyler’s pov

Was I really about to do this to get information on whoev er had written the word whore on Layla’s locker?

I looked at Karen’s house, more specifically her room. It was lit up and I was sure she was waiting for me in there.

I let out an irritated breath and got out of the car. I ap proached the front door and rang the bell.

In just a few minutes someone’s footsteps approach the door. When the door pried open | smile at Karen’s mother awkwardly.

“Oh it’s you Tyler. Thought it was the pizza delivery guy.” Karen’s mom laughed lightly.

“Sorry about visiting this late ma’am, Karen asked me to help her with our history homework that’s due tomorrow.” 

I wasn’t even good at history.

“Oh I know about that, Karen has already informed me that you’d be visiting. And please, how many times must I tell you to call me Kerry?” She giggled and opened the door wider.

“Come in. Come in. Haven’t seen you here in a while.” She smiles and I return an awkward one that she looked past.

Stepping into the house, I stiffen when she ‘accidentally’ squeezed my bicep. She giggled like a school girl. “Oh sorry. You’ve gotten even more toned.”

DODL

Igrit my teeth.

One of the reasons why I avoided coming to Karen’s and usually brought her over to my place was because of her leeching mother who always sees fit to touch me inappropri ately.

A grown woman with a husband and a daughter I had been banging wasn’t my type regardless of my reputation.

blowing a fuse today, Kerry should

didn’t want to engage in a

upstairs in her room,” Kerry answered with a disap pointed smile that made her face look pained.

you.”

and stalked over to the stairs. Skipping two at a time to get there quicker and away from Kerry’s

hall to see Kerry already

knocked on Karen’s door

with impatience on

are the two women

down my spine as peeked at Kerry’s

loud voice tells me

nearly run into her room, closing the door behind me,

room and nearly got blinded by the color of pink that was littered

by the sound of the water running,

I saw that she still had

a serious relation

and them to gether and placed those photos online or in their photo al

on the shelves were actually real, with her

at them, I couldn’t help but feel creeped out that she still kept

idea that we would never

on the shelves to the

I push my hands into the pocket

towel that

nothing to me. Not even my cock stirred like it

had done for Layla to touch

the itching to get out of here as

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