A woman with brown curly hair was cleaning the lunch tabelle while looking at the clock on the Wand every five seconds. Her husband was gone working. She still couldn’t believe it. How could he be so calm. “Don’t worry, Rachel, she’s with Derek. She called you, that means she’s learning to be responsible” Responsible, my ass, Rachel thought. Responsible would be coming Home after school instead of hanging around with that boyfriend of hers. And could she really trust him? After all he was a seventeen Jahr old guy who probably did his thinking with his dick instead of his head. As...
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