Not worth it

Rachel took a deep breath and relaxed her hands. She knew that if she did this and mom got onto Victoria, she'd just be proving her sister's point. But she knew something that would still make her angry.

"See you later, Tori."

Rachel turned and left while Victoria growled under her breath. She hated being called "Tori". It was the name of one of Victoria's old rivals at school. They'd gotten into plenty of heated arguments and little fights between each other. Tori even got Victoria suspended for a week because of a prank gone wrong.

Rachel grabbed her hoodie off the coat rack and made her way outside. She put on the hoodie and slung her bag over her shoulder, walking to school. Her mother was usually gone by now or getting ready to leave so she never noticed that Rachel usually walked to school. She hated riding the bus. It was usually packed full and she was **** to sit next to someone she didn't like. So she stuck to walking most of the time.

"Hey, neighbor."

Rachel glanced over to see the blonde woman that lived a few houses down waving at her. This was the house of Mr. and Mrs. Tiller. They moved in a month ago and have introduced themselves to every family by having dinner with them. They weren't bad people but Rachel hated how perverted Mrs. Tiller was. Even though she was married, she flirted with everyone. When they came over and had dinner with Rachel's family, she noticed that Mrs. Tiller sat next to Victoria at dinner and her sister had a red face most of the dinner, stuttering and having trouble keeping focus the entire time.

Rachel watched as the forty something year old Mr. Tiller kissed his wife goodbye and got in his nice car. As he pulled out of the drive, Mrs. Tiller walked over to Rachel. She wore a robe that went down to her ankles and was almost see-through, barely hiding the fact that she was naked under it. Rachel could slightly see the woman's big breasts underneath and blushed as she looked down. Then she noticed that she was wasn't wearing panties on her amazing hips either so she looked up to the woman's face.

It was hard to tell that Mrs. Tiller was already forty-two. She looked more like mid-thirties. Barely a wrinkle on her face with a nice smile and lavish hair tied in a ponytail.

"How are you, darling?"

Rachel smiled nervously as she tried to think. If she stayed and talked to Mrs. Tiller, it would take a little longer to get to school. She only had about ten minutes to spare on her walk in case something happened. If this took too long, she'd be late. But she didn't want to be rude to her after she'd only ever been nice and sweet.