Maggie changed quickly, donning the ridiculous plaid skirt. She rolled the top to shorten it, just as she has as a freshman, which upset the nuns to no end. Instead of buttoning up the white blouse, she tied it à la Britney Spears. Her hope was that what she lacked in cup size she would make up for by being commando under the stupid uniform. This thing had been one of the many reasons she’d wanted to get kicked out of the Catholic school Moira attended.
If she hadn’t, she probably would’ve never met Shane, so things worked out all around. She left the bathroom determined to catch more than a glimpse of the Shane she had at the bar tonight. When she got to his bedroom, he was sprawled on the bed, mostly n***d, hand in his boxer briefs, stroking himself.
“I know I didn’t take that long cha
