Chapter 6: It’s An Ill Wind
And again when she woke the next day, her morning erection proving too much of a temptation for her to pass up.
And again, after a pleasant little post-s***k nap, until the irritated beeping of her phone finally roused her.
A little bit late for you to be going through puberty, isn’t it? she thought, as she tucked her t-shirt into her jeans and slipped on a pair of loafers. Around her, the house was quiet, both of her parents already gone to work. But her phone was lit up like a Christmas tree, texts from Odette and Wendy and Tara clamoring for attention.
She opened up her messages as she strolled downstairs, then stopped, her feet frozen to the floor.
~Hi, Ray,~ said the first text, sent from Wendy, at the ungodly hour of six in the morning. ~You better gi
