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Again, what the fuck?
Before I can figure it out, a sharp poke between my shoulder blades has me whipping around. Amber stands there, tapping her toe and looking at me like… Well, like she just found her brother spying on the neighbors through a pair of binoculars.
Shit.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I say. “Something weird as fuck is going on over there.”
Amber glances at the house next door and back to me.
“You did a lot of laundry back home, right?” I ask.
She nods.
“Did you ever sniff Mom’s panties?”
She looks at me like… Well, like her brother just asked if she smelled their mother’s dirty underwear.
I hold out the binoculars to her, and she hesitates, giving me some serious stink eye before she grudgingly accepts them. She holds them up and steps closer to the window.
Without them, I can see Ms. Walton bent over the table, addressing another envelope.
“Please tell me she’s sending them off to some kind of special cleaners to get period blood out of them.”
Amber watches another minute, then pulls her phone from the pocket of her pale blue pajamas with clouds printed on them. She taps on the screen and holds it out for me to see.
Def selling them.
I groan and flop down into the plush, leather armchair. “Fuck.”
Amber lifts the binoculars and continues watching.
“She got them out of the girls’ laundry. You think they know?”
Amber shrugs without looking my way.
I think it over for a minute. I hope they don’t know. I like knowing something about Gloria that she doesn’t know. I like knowing that her own mother is violating her in some way she isn’t even aware of.
Finally, Amber hands back the binoculars and types on her phone again.
One way to find out
“Shit,” I say. “I don’t even know how to go about finding a website where you can buy teenage girls’ used underwear. And I’m pretty sure my name would end up in a database if I tried searching that on the internet.”
Amber rolls her eyes and types on her screen before turning it to me.
Intercept the mail?
“Also a crime,” I mutter. “But one I’m more comfortable committing.”
It’s not like I’m opposed to breaking the law. I sell drugs, for fuck’s sake. But there’s a line, even if it’s gotten more and more blurry since I moved here. I think about holding Lo’s face under the water so she didn’t cum that time she got close. She says she does now, but I don’t know if I believe her. How can I trust anything she says, when she lied to me about Royal?
I’ve tried to forgive her, but I can’t seem to stop wanting to hurt her. And I’m not sure how just yet, but I think I’ve stumbled upon a way to not only hurt her but ruin her. What would everyone at school think if they knew their queen sold her dirty panties to the highest bidder?
It doesn’t matter if she knows about it, or even if it’s true. Her mom sells them, which means a bunch of old men are jerking off with their noses buried in the smell of my girlfriend’s twat.
The thought pisses me off, but it also gives me ideas.
I’m not about to get arrested for that shit when I could get a pair of her underwear by just taking them after I fuck her. But if I could find one online, buy it, and show the school…
