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Week 1. Monday, 11:18am.

'... face!'

Carrie feels your legs slam together as her instep makes savage contact with your testicles. You hadn't seen it coming; spittle flies off of your face as you double over. Your weight shifts backward sharply in response to the **** of her kick thrusting your hips out of line with your knees. Within moments, your entire weight pulls against Carrie's arm and you make pronounced retching noises.

I really don't want to have to worry about vomit all over this floor.

Carrie relieves herself of that little concern by opening her fingers and letting gravity take care of the problem. You fall backward immediately; as soon as it's clear your heels are about to leave the threshold of the house and any vomit will remain outside, Carrie turns away from you and gives the door a push behind her. It latches with a satisfying *CLICK*

"I think that," Carrie gestures carelessly behind her toward the door as she walks toward the stairs, stopping briefly beside Troy, "will sort itself out all on its own without us, don't you? Let's head upstairs." Troy's head is cocked slightly to the side. His mouth is twisted in an amused little smile and he gazes at Carrie with intense, confident interest. "Why don't you use your mouth to tell me a few stories from college? I promise..." she brushes her hand against the front of his pants with one hand while loosening her bikini string behind her back with the other and starts up the stairs, "that MY mouth will be busy making it well worth your time."

There's an audible, wet splashing sound outside and a soft *thunk* against the door. Both Troy and Carrie laugh and walk up the stairs. Carrie's bikini top and bottom lie crumpled at either end of the staircase, carelessly discarded without any second thoughts. She's certain she won't need them for the rest of the day; she hadn't had to press hard to feel what she was looking for in Troy's pants.