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.

karen?” | asked through gritted teeth. I was this close to blowing a fuse

engage in a conversation any longer with her and forces out a

in her room,” Kerry answered with a disap pointed smile

you.”

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

knocked on the door, looking down the hall to see Kerry

knocked on Karen’s door

loudly with impatience on my

two women in

down my spine as peeked at Kerry’s

voice tells me

room, closing the door behind

overly girly room and nearly got blinded by the color of

was not in her room and by the sound of

that she

in a serious relation ship, Karen treated what we were

been with photoshopped photos of me and them to gether and placed those photos online or in their photo al bum, so I didn’t think much of

actually real, with her

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

think she got the idea that we would never go back

the photos lined on the shelves to the bathroom door that

shelves I push my

walks out with a small short towel that barely

does nothing to me. Not even my cock stirred like it would usually do when my eyes feasted

like they had done for Layla

revolt and the itching to get out of here as soon

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