GirlChat #727517
I stood there with my preteen jaw agape. There was Rick, prancing around in Allison's clothes, stretching them so bad they were now surely ruined. He had FORCED Allison to apply her makeup to his face, and now my dear athletic cheerleading squad co-captain sat in the corner with a dejected hopeless look on her supermodel baby face. Her pom poms, intended for a different purpose, now ruffled in big beefy hands. Rick was finally feeling free from the chains that had bound him for years. "TWO, FOUR, SIX, EIGHT, THIS IS HOW I MASTURBATE! GO....QUEEN!"
Ally's dream to lose her innocence to a strapping 40-year-old construction contractor had suddenly come to an unforeseen and devastating end. She was already questioning her still fragile hold on how to display sex appeal, and was no doubt going to be scarred for life by this tragic turn of events. I closed the door softly, vowing never to reveal what I had just witnessed. Being the age I was though, a secret isn't a secret unless you share it with your 12 closest friends! I texted about it ALL night with the rest of the squad and, naturally, it got back to our parents and Rick went to prison for four years while his wife and kids left him and took everything he owned, including his hidden stash of paisley "husky" size training bras from the Girl Gap. -Fin |