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Chapter 3 by Untolddead Untolddead

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Meeting.

You pull up a white gstring and throw on a light sundress. Your nipples protrude out from the thin fabricate. The skirt hangs off your hips and easily flutters about in the wind. The shirt is short, covering only a third of your thighs.

You ring the doorbell at Holly’s address. A woman tall woman opens the door. She has long brown hair that cascades past her butt. She is wearing a conservative business suit with a skirt that goes to her ankles. The thick fabric can’t hide the woman’s curve.

You bullied Holly because she looked like a supermodel but dressed like she was ashamed of her body. Now, you are even more ticked off. This woman looks like a fertility goddess.

You flick your pigtail over your shoulder and say, “So what did you want?”

“Pease come in,” Holly’s mom? Gently says while gesturing inside.

“Who are you? You didn’t even tell me your name,” you curtly say as you pass by her into the home.

“My apologies,” the woman says as she guides you to the kitchen. “As I explained on the phone, I’m Holly’s mom. My name is Marry.”

You flop onto one of the chairs at the kitchen table. You cross your legs, fold your arms, and state, “So, MARRY, what do you want?”

“I don’t think it’s good to leave disagreements unresolved. So, I would like to help you bury the hatchet with my daughter,” She explains while placing freshly baked cookies in front of you. “Would you like anything to drink?”

“Sure. I’d like some lemonade,” you say while nibbling on a tasty cookie.

You drink the freshly squeezed lemonade and speak disinterestedly, “I don’t think we have any disagreement. I think your family wastes their beauty with ugly clothes, that’s all.”

Marry gasps and covers her mouth in shock, “So it’s my fault?” She murmurs. “I picked out what I thought was appropriate.”

You look at her incredulously. What an idiot you’re just jealous of their body. Specifically, they can wear clothes that you never will. But, of course, you’re the cutest.

“Is there any way I can make it up to you?” Marry asks with teary eyes.

You didn’t expect this! You put your hand on your chin as you think.

How will you take advantage of this?

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