Answer with the truth

“I’m worried about the girl that lives here,” you say, stepping away from Roxy. You put your hands on your hips and gaze at the room. “Something isn’t right.”

“I’ll tell you what’s not right,” she says, moving up behind you. You feel her hands on your waist, and her breath on your neck. You can smell her leather jacket and tobacco smoke. “It’s not right how good you look in this dress.”

You turn around to face her, and she slides her hands down to your hips.

You plant your hand right on her face and push her back. She looks surprised.

You cock your head. “What part of I’m worried don’t you get?” you ask.

Roxy frowns. “What’s the problem?”

“I’m not sure.” You sigh and go back to looking at the room. “We saw her today with a teacher. It’s not the first time one of us has made it with an older woman,” you say with a glance at Roxy.

“I’ll bet,” she replies, leaning casually on Sissy’s dresser.

“But it didn’t look like she wanted it. And that would be a problem,” you say, pursing your lips. “Help me look around.”

“What are we looking for?”

“Clues. I want to know if she has a thing with Professor Austen or if there’s something bad going on.”

“What are you gonna do? Read her diary?” Roxy asks with a snort.

“Yes,” you reply.

“Oh. OK. Let’s look. I thought you girls liked to have fun,” she says, joining you as you search.

Yeah… you like having fun. You have flirted with Roxy a couple times. Does she think that because of that you’re going to do it with her in another girl’s room on zero notice?

The Free Gurls are popular. It must be going to Roxy’s head if she thinks it’s that easy to get you out of your dress. It’s not like you would have a problem playing with her. That sounds like fun. This is just not the time. Can’t she sense that?

“Well, it’s not a diary,” Roxy says, pulling something out from under the bed. You go over to join her. It’s a… dirty magazine.

Roxy opens it up and starts looking through it without hesitation.

“Don’t do that,” you say.

“What? Since when is CCL full of prudes?” she replies. “Hello, beautiful.”

She’s pretty all right. Roxy keeps turning the pages, and you don’t stop her. It’s not like you mind this kind of thing, although you don’t personally buy these.

“Oh!” Roxy says. “Look at her. You ever done that?”

“Hush,” you say, but you look.

“This is what I picture when I think about CCL,” Roxy says, pointing to another photo.

“You think about CCL a lot?” you ask.

“I think about you a lot,” she replies.

“That’s not very romantic when you’re looking at this trash,” you say with a laugh.

“Trash? You don’t think she’s pretty?”

Roxy shows you the centerfold.

“She’s pretty,” you admit. “Ow!” you say as Roxy pinches your rear. You knock her hand away. “Use those fingers to turn pages.”

“Your wish is my command.” She turns the page and licks her lips. “What do you think?” she asks, showing you.

“What do you think?” you fire right back at her.

“I think we should be having this conversation in bed,” she purrs to you. But she turns the page before you can reply. You both look at the advertisement.

“So,” she says. “I wonder. With your reputation and everything.” She winks at you. “Which one are you?”

You have to answer.

The innocent one?

Or the bad one?