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Thomas rolled his eyes again as the clothes in the upstairs bathroom told him several things. First, Jennifer definitely needed to be more careful about leaving things laying around, especially since their mom was a bit of a neat-freak and had hounded the younger woman a bit the week prior about leaving things laying about. Cleanliness is next to saintness, she had muttered, but all Jennifer had done was pretend to listen and then snuck an eye-roll behind her back. Thomas had to cover his mouth from showing the laugh that threatened to come out, something he shared with his sister was a mutual disdain for, all purposes, was nagging. They knew Mom meant well but still, it tended to get more than a bit grating.

The fact that her boyfriend's pants was on the floor as well told him all he needed to know about what had happened there that morning. That and the empty condom wrapper laying beneath it haphazardly. Thomas wasn't too keen on cleaning up after someone else's fuck-session but at least the girl had enough common sense to use protection. That and, unbeknownst to their parents, Thomas had helped Jennifer get on the pill as a condition for keeping quiet about her sessions with Jacob and it was something she definitely kept her word on.

After finishing up as quietly as he could and getting things squared away (thankfully, the boy had enough sense to flush the used condom away) in the bathroom, he slipped back into his room and closed the door behind him. Saturdays were quiet in the house and he was grateful, for once, that both of his parents were heavy sleepers. Jennifer and her boyfriend were already gone, perhaps after their fuckfest in the morning, they decided to head out for the day (probably to do more fucking, to be honest) but it got her out of his hair and that was nice. Plus, he had made plans with Richard and Adams to meet up and spend the day out at the beach, definitely something that he didn't want a tag-along.

As he finished packing his bag and making sure to snag the battery pack, Richard took a look at the questionnaire and thought about the question for a moment.

17.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU BE WEARING BRIEFS, BIKINI, THONG OR BOXERS?

Thomas thought about that as he turned to look at his reflection in the mirror. He had slipped on the first suit he had found, which was basically a bikini top and a pair of boardshorts, something simple that he had picked up earlier on a shopping trip with Adams, but as he continued to look at it, he thought instead that it wasn't as comfortable as a bikini bottom and within moments, stood back in front of it with a red and pink two-piece. With an approving nod, he wrote down I would be wearing bikini or thong panties, though my boyfriend's boxers would be fine with me. There was something comfortable about Richard's boxers that he often found himself wearing them, though with his ass being nice and round, almost comically it just seemed to be kept up by the shape of it from the back. Not that he minds slapping it whenever he can, Thomas mused before slipping on a shirt and pants. A floppy hat, sun glasses, and sandals finished his look and just in time as the notice from his text indicating he was downstairs told him that it was time to go.

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"Thanks for the lift, babe! I'll see you later?"

Richard nodded and leaned over, giving him a kiss on the lips before Brad, from the back, cracked a joke about needing an Uber lift home and Adams slapped him on the head. Thomas, for his part, just laughed it off and after getting his bag out, waved as the car backed up and headed off down the street towards the turn and to dropping off the two at their place. He wanted to stay out a bit more but decided to come home a bit early, figuring that he needed to get some things done on the channel and taking it easy.

The bit of sunburn didn't help either.

Thomas went up stairs to his room and placed his bags down before turning and hopping into the shower, quickly washing but as carefully to avoid the burns (and failing miserably) before getting dressed in sweatpants and tossing on Richard's shirt he had snagged earlier while the guy wasn't looking (he had so many, Thomas was sure he wouldn't notice one shirt missing) and settled down to his computer. He smiled as Adams logged on as well. "Shall we set up a dual stream?"

As he waited for his friend's response, he glanced at the next question on the page, finding himself a bit saddened at the few remaining ones on the questionnaire.

18.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WHAT WOULD BE YOUR INTELLIGENCE? ONE BEING STUPID AND TEN BEING HIGH ENOUGH TO DRIVE THE CLASS NERD UP THE WALL?