Might as well find out the bad (or good) news from Amy

{if ****=false}Matt stood from the uncomfortable conversation and{else}Matt and Karen lay together for at least five minutes, panting and messy{endif} before Karen grabbed her phone. "Okay, let's find out if we've still got our hundred bucks."

"My hundred bucks," Matt protested.

"You would have blown it by now if I wasn't backing you up. So, it's our hundred dollars. Now shut up and let me call Amy."

For just a second, Matt wondered if he should let his sister **** him like that. Then he {if ****=false} remembered that she was helping him achieve his dreams{else} looked at her... still naked except a soaking wet pair of panties {endif}and decided she could call him whatever she wanted. He was definitely good.

A minute later, Karen's phone toned. She glanced at it and nodded. "She's coming over."

"That's got to be a good sign, right?"

"Uh, no. It's just a sign that she hasn't written both of us out of her life... yet. {if ****=true}Why don't you change into some clean underwear and... oh, yeah, change your jeans, too. They've got your sperm leaking through."

"I think that's your pussy juice."

"Do you really want to argue with me?"

"I'll change my clothes."{endif}

Amy appeared a couple of minutes later... and Karen had added a bikini top and a pair of cutoff jeans while Amy wore yoga pants and a sports bra.

"Nice outfit," Matt said.

"Is he always such a pervert?" Amy asked Karen as if Matt wasn't right there.

"Pretty much. He's a teenage guy so you have to set your standards low. But as teenage guys go, he's not horrible. And unfortunately he doesn't know any better. He sees something that shows your body and he likes it. He doesn't know it's not fashionable or classy. In fact, with guys, the sluttier the better."

"God, that's so wrong."

"Tell me about it."

"I've been thinking about the whole paid for boyfriend thing."

Matt almost interrupted but caught his sister's sign just in time.

"It's a weird situation," Karen agreed after a few seconds of silence. "Which is why Matt insisted we tell you about it rather than let you find out later and feel betrayed."

"Yeah, now I just feel betrayed by my mother. What kind of mother thinks her daughter is so ugly she needs to pay someone to take her out?" Amy's chin was trembling and tears glistening on her eyes.

Karen patted her bed and, when Amy sat down next to her, took her in her arms and hugged her.

"The thing is," Karen said, "Matt really does like you. Not like let's get married and be together forever like... I mean you've only known each other for a week, but he likes being with you. Right, Matt?"

"Yeah."

"So, why don't we go to Cabrillo Beach and look gorgeous and make all the other guys jealous of Matt because he has the two hottest girls there. Oh, and you're driving."

"I didn't bring my bathing suit."

"I've got an extra. Come on."

"But I wanted to tell you my decision. Maybe after that you won't..."

"Amy, we don't care. If you don't want to play the game, it won't kill us. It's not like a hundred bucks would make a huge difference in our lives. And we'll still hang with you. Right, Matt."

Well, hell. Even he couldn't miss that clue. "For sure."

"Really?"

"Definitely."