"Don't say anything about how old you are," I warn under my breath
She nods her head and smooths over her a line skirt
She looks beautiful
Her curves are accentuated by the crop top and skirt
Mum answers the door bell and she gazes down at her in surprise
She herself smiles cordially and greets everyone warmly
"Oh Chris, I didn't realise you were into black girls," mum whispers as she gazes admirably at her
"K is into anything with a pulse and a vagina," Sophie states sarcastically and I slap her bum playfully
I'm nervous and I'm pretty sure everyone can tell
"Oh I hope you don't mind me asking but how old are you? You look rather young," mum asks when we're round the dinner table
I glower at the food in front of me
"I'm 18," she answers sweetly, her voice smooth as silk
Mum nods her head and gives raises her eyebrow at me
I think it's been a success
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L O L I T A ' S National Anthem (COMPLETED ✔️)
Krótkie OpowiadaniaLolita - noun ❝ A sexually precocious young girl ❞ National Anthem - noun ❝ A rousing or uplifting song identified with a particular group, body, or cause❞ Because there's nothing more dangerous, thrilling and heart wrenching than being a narcissist...
