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Chapter 15 by Absentedmindedspirit Absentedmindedspirit

What's the score?

Kids won, Lauren nothing.

"You can't be serious! You can't do this! YOU'RE just a bunch of kids, I'm a grown up!"

The papers were to transfer ownership fo her home! Easily printed off the internet, it had already been combined with information from her deed, and a nominal fee-one dollar.

"I'm 18, a September baby, and this is going to be a bitching senior year. Don't worry, Lil' Lauren, you'll get your precious house back if you just comply with our wishes. I'm off to college in a year, anyway, what will I need this dump for, then?"

"Good, I can't wait!"

"In the mean time, you'll be so lucky to live here. While you were wetting yourself in a losing tickle fight I took a look around and decided you could take the laundry room."

The laundry room had been the last tenant's half-assed add-on. Though it was attached to the main house you still had to walk outside, along the farside of the pool, to get to it. Roughly behind the car port.

A concrete floor, cheap plywood shelving, a slop basin, and a bare swinging bulb made up the entirety of the stark box.

"I figure a city like this, I'll cut you on break a rent, say, $1,350 a month. I mean, you can still use the pool, with adult supervision. Just try not to tinkle in it."

A month?! That was more than her mortgage! Still...it would be a single school year, and she knew she could get out of this, surely, she was smarter than this senior slut.

"Get in the car, we can get to the County Recorder, if you speed."

"What, but I-"

"Don't worry, you can follow my bike, you won't even need to know the directions."

"I nee-"

"But you better keep up or these pictures are going out. Hope your boss isn't a tweet-freak.", she ended the conversation by throwing on her helmet and revving the engine of her huge and heavy hog.

Her fellow deliquents following suit, Lauren spat out, "But I'm only in panties!", before racing to her car, throwing open the door and firing up the engine, in hot pursuit of her lost dignity, authority and power.

Wet panties squelching on the leather seat.

Any events on the way to the County Recorder?

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