CHAPTER FIVE
"Alan, should we have just walked out like that?" Brenda asked, as he closed and locked the door firmly behind him.
"They really piss me off sometimes. They are so hung up on social standing, and proper etiquette, and they don't even know how to be polite to a guest of mine."
"I think your mother is a little overprotective, Alan," she said, realizing where his mother was probably coming from.
"My mother is determined to stop me from being with someone I chose. It has to be a choice of her own, not mine. It really burns me up, and she knows it."
"Listen, Alan, if you think that I should leave, I-"
"Brenda, not another word like that. You are my guest, and you are staying. Besides, I can't wait to get into your hot little p***y," he said, and they both began to laugh.
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