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Chapter 6 by Cretan_Bull14 Cretan_Bull14

What's next?

Steph and Bart leave

Stephanie stepped from the shower and wrapped herself up in a towel. When she got to the guest room, she looked down at her outfit from the previous evening and immediately got mad at herself. The miniskirt she had worn the night before would invite too many wandering eyes at the store.

“No way in HELL am I wearing that to work! The last thing I need is that perv trying to catch a glimpse of me in a thong. I guess I’ll have to go home and change. If that pig gets mad that I’m late, he can go fuck himself in the ass!” Steph screamed at herself.

The angry blonde quickly dressed herself and stepped back out into Mike’s living room. After locating where she had deposited her purse earlier that morning, she rooted through it and pulled out her hair brush and worked at untangling her wet, blonde locks while trying to avoid eye contact with her best friend.

“Daddy, we’re gonna have to go back to the house so I can change. I’m not gonna wear this outfit to the store,” Stephanie grimaced.

“Why not? You go in dressed like that and the pimple-faced lard ass might keel over from a heart attack. I mean, if Mike here is drooling over you wearing that, just think of what it’ll do to that creep!” Bart laughed.

Stephanie briefly looked towards her best friend to see if what her father said was true. After quickly realizing it wasn’t she resumed brushing her hair and urged her father to cut the conversation short.

“Okay Daddy, let’s go!” she begged.

“Jeez girl. Let me at least finish my coffee!” Bart shrugged. “Never understood why women are always in a hurry to get to places they don’t want to go!”

“Maybe it’s because we know that the sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave,” Steph glared at her father.

Bart and Mike just looked at each other in confusion.

“Sorry to see you go, Steph. Call me when you get done with work, maybe we can hang?” Mike said as he stood and walked to his best friend.

“I don’t know. I’ve got a bad feeling that that asshole is gonna make me stay and count tills tonight. I’ll try to get out early. I had a great time last night, Mike. Catch you later, bye!” Stephanie hugged Mike goodbye as they walked towards the door.

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