"I WAS JUST LOOKING AROUND, MARK."
That must have been the 8th time she uttered that exact sentence in the span of our thirty-minute drive from the house.
I stared at the road and kept mute at first. When I was done arranging the most suitable response in my head, as softly as possible, I smiled and said, "I said it's okay. I'm not mad, trust me."
And I wasn't.
I was relieved. Since the previous night, I had been bothered with the most not-rude way to tell Tara to leave. She was useless, anyway. Very useless.
I enjoyed my wank. If my hands and mind could bring me such pleasure when she was just a flight of stairs away, then she wasn't useful.
What broke the camel's back was her snooping around. I perfectly understood that it was okay to feel curious once in a while. But to the extent
