"Are you sure you're not going to tell Xyla about it?" Ron Batton asked.

"Please don't let her know," Stanley Batton mumbled.

Ron managed a curt nod, then patted Stanley's shoulder.

***

Meanwhile, something unusual was about to happen at the Sullivan family's house.

Emily Quest was sitting in front of the dressing table, earnestly applying her favorite lipstick.

Her lips were bright red, matching very well with her heavy makeup and her black straight hair. She looked demonically flirtatious in that red, short silk halter dress.

Knock knock knock...

Someone was knocking at the door.

Smirking, Emily casually wiped the overdrawn lipstick off the corner of her lips and stole a glance at the door through the mirror. "Come in..."

Soon, the door was pushed open.

her. He plodded on with a gloomy face until he reached her side. "What do you

door," Emily

at her before returning to the doorway and closing the

threw her arms around his neck.

a wet disinfectant tissue from his pocket and carefully wiped his hands. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to

could sense his psychotic hatred of her

Or was she some

need to disinfect himself at her

serene and calm aura on her exterior mostly, she felt like a terrible storm was brewing inside her. "So... I want you to make out with me." "In your

me, I'm going to tell Mom and Dad

Tom chided

Are you doing it with me?" A smug expression was etched

the treatment and could normally perform in his sexual life, he did not want to touch Emily. She

dare think about

I'll go down and tell Mom and Dad

Emily spoke, she bumped him with her elbow and pretended to

threw her to the ground recklessly. "Emily! Are

through her

in the very

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