Sleep

You lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Lately, the day’s have been getting busier and busier, but today… Today was something else altogether.

It all started with that encounter with Jack in the morning. One thing led to another, and {if JackOff == 1} now all of a sudden you’re racing against him to sleep with as many girls as possible. The Freshman 15, once your goal for the semester, no longer feels like it will be enough. Of course, you still want to complete it. But facing up against someone like Jack King? You’ll be pushed to your limits if you’re going to beat him, but that was never in question. You’re going to win. You’re going to do whatever it takes to win, and make the most glorious memories in the meantime. {else} then he ended up putting that ridiculous challenge to your face. You had the sense to turn him down. The Freshman 15, after all, has always been your goal for the semester, and there’s no way that you’d risk your pride—or your sister’s body—against such an ass. Besides, you get the sense that many of your female friends appreciated the gesture. If you want to pursue a more serious relationship with any of them… yes, you probably made the right call. {endif}.

Then there were the happenings later that afternoon. That salacious call from Charmaine’s mother, Rosalyn. Or Lucille’s mom, Cynthia, coming in with that basket of fried fish. Two MILFs who’ve suddenly begun vying for your attention. Will you give it to them? Hm… {if Walker == 30} You found that intimate call with Mrs. Walker to be quite persuasive, and you’re eager to see more. {elseif Crawford == 30} You found Mrs. Crawford to be delightfully ****, and you’re eager to see how far you can push her. {else} You think not. Getting involved with these two seems like more trouble than it will be worth. {endif}

And that’s not to mention the big decision you’ve got to make. Your father’s deadline, you remember, is tomorrow morning. That’s when you’ll need to make your decision. To sue or not to sue…

These are the thoughts that swirl in your head as you struggle to fall asleep, events of the day playing and replaying themselves out.