Kaitlen

A few days later, when Kaitlen parked her white Prius in the guest spot and stepped out of her car, I had to do a doubletake. Where was the kid I vaguely remembered, and who was this fucking incredibly hot woman?

Zoe

Zoe was staring at the men wide-eyed. “Oh, did you see her shaved twat? Girl like that, well, she seems like the flexible sort, sort that knows how to pay her way,” Dennis chuckled, standing over Zoe, looking down at her, “Aren’t you, sweetie?” Bill grinned. “Naw, Dennis, look! You got her all scared, talking about her sweet teen pussy like that! Explain to her that we’re gentlemen.”

Miss Cummings

“Now, Miss Cummings,” Trevor said, “Let me show you around. And we’re not at school, you don’t have to be so formal.” He reached over and popped open the topmost button of Susana’s sweater. About to pull his hand back, she saw him change his mind and pop open the next button down, too. “Trevor!” Susana began, “That’s very inappropriate--”