Maxine
“So, what did she say?” Poppy asked as soon as I tossed my phone on the bed, still tying a towel around myself. They had convinced me to take a shower and wear something a little more daring for dinner with our neighbors.
Which I think is a little weird, you know, because their mom is going to be there. I hate that they hate me, and I want them to like me, but I didn't want to do that by giggling my ass around in shorts. It wouldn’t be bad to have a little more skin showing than the thighs beneath the see-through pantyhose I wear under my uniform.
“She said dinner is going to be ready in like an hour,” I said.
“So, go early. You can talk to the boys and even Amy. But before we go, we need to pick out what you are going to wear. I’m not letting you throw on some sweatshirt and
