Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
I went to a crazy college party over the weekend. You’ll never believe what happened. First of all, I couldn’t believe that the party was across the street from the Becketts. The Becketts are my professor and his wife. I started wondering if they knew my friend’s parents. And I started getting worried that they may tell them that their son had a party while they were out of town. I even worried that they may have their phone number. But I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want any questions asked about how I know where the Becketts live. I haven’t told anyone about my naughty little relationship with them last year. No one knew I was doing things with him in order to pass his class. Then his wife found out and got involved. I thought that was all in the past. But sure enough, he ended up having to step in for the professor that was going to teach the class I’m taking this year. And they invited me over for dinner a couple of weeks ago. That’s when Mrs. Beckett pulled me aside, slid her hand up my thigh….
Crazy College Party
….and told me that she wanted it to be “our little secret”. I honestly didn’t know what to say. And I’m still not sure how I’m going to handle that.
So I decided to let all of that go and just have fun at the party. That’s exactly what we were all doing when we heard a knock at the door. It was Mrs. Beckett! She glanced at all of us with a karen scowl plastered across her face. Then she proceeded to complain about the loud music and how Brandon’s parents would not be happy to hear about this. That’s when Brandon yelled “Oh yeah? Would they be happy to hear that you’ve been fucking their son for the past two years?” The whole house went silent. Mrs. Beckett turned bright red, turned around, and quickly headed back across the street with her tail between her legs.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457