WHEN SAVANNAH ARRIVED home to change for her date, Stacy and her dad were nowhere to be found. She headed straight for her bedroom, where she felt somewhat ambivalent about not walking in on a n***d Eric, and dropped her backpack on the floor. Should she shower? Yes, she should. Aside from the fun fact that she smelled like stank, it would give Eric an opportunity to walk in on her n***d, if he should so happen to arrive home as she stood in the unlocked bathroom.
By the time she’d showered and primped and searched all over the damn place for that Sailor Moon T-shirt without ever finding it, Eric and Stacy still hadn’t arrived home. Savannah settled on her favourite white tank and jeans, and then stood in front of the mirror in evaluation mode. She looked pretty good, but what diffe
