Prepare for Prom with Brent

John examined her reflection in a nearby store window. She didn't blame Brent for mistaking her for her sister. She cupped her breasts, she definitely had a better rack than Jess. She couldn't wait for Brent to sweep her off her feet.

"Shit, I told him I'd be home," she said out loud, "How do I explain this to my parents? And what do I do about Jess?"

You'll think of something, laughed a deep voice in her head.

"Andrea?" John turned around to see a few people starring at her.

Disregarding the voice, John knew she was going to have to head home at some point. And with her old clothes, wallet, and phone deep in the stomach of Andrea she was going to have to come up with something.