“You know what, go fuck yourself.” Stacie says glaring at the burly driver. And with that the young hot teen girl grabs her backpack, opens the car door and once more finds herself in the pouring rain. She hears Tom yell “Bitch!” and screech off into the night. The heavy downpour quickly re-soaks the small t-shirt as it adheres closely to Stacie’s lithe form. She holds her backpack above her head in a futile attempt to stem the flow of water. The wet young girl looks down the road in the direction of her house. She sees the lights on in only a few businesses close by, most having closed up for the night.
Frowning, she sees that the closest one is the “Pig in a Poke” bar. She remembers her mother expressly telling her never to go near the place, but circumstances seem to be dictating otherwise.
Looking further on, Stacie sees some more lights on in another building, but she cant read the sign for what it is.
All she really wants is to get out of the rain till it clears up.
Another part of her says “Screw it, I’m already as wet as can be, maybe I should just huff it all the way home.”
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