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Chapter 12

They would try again and again to pair us off over trips to the zoo or other such outings. Never mind that Brett was older then me, never mind that he was a bully of the worst kind, our mums always turned a blind eye to our woes over each other. Yes, I did my best at getting back at Brett over every single prank he ever pulled. It was hard work one that took up a lot of my spare time of which there were plenty since I was a child then and all I had was spare time.

I paused a moment in my musings to express a sore regret over my loss of spare time. Now adays I am aloways swamped to the brim in stuff to do and then some.

"Shall we go in?" came the suave prompt from Brett. Save it asshole, keep it for someone who is stupid enough to be impressed. But just at that moment, my eyes settled on his plump lips and I felt myself flush beet red. Thank god for the darkness. I was sure he couldn't really tell that I was a vivid shade of red. Damn him and his pretty face..and body. Shit! I resolutely turned my attention away from him to fix it on his bro, the lighter version of Brett. Damn, there was just no getting away from it. These two were a sight for sore eyes. Did I mention just how sore my eyes were feeling? They were almost molten from just drinking in the sight of these two. Ugh! Gross!.

I stopped myself from physically shaking my head in disgust over my pathetic thoughts. Instead I focused on what Brett just said and bent over my precious handbag to dig around for the keys I was sure I put in there, I mean it would have been damn stupid of me to have come all this way with these two hot bods to only realise I'd left behind the keys to my house. The house that they both wanted to view.

With utmost despair, I hunted wildly in my bag. I wanted ti turn the damn thing over right there on the ground and rummage through the mess that was in my bag. But I manage to pull myself back in time. The mess that was in my bag was not something to be tampered with lightly, God knew what was in there and by the looks of how things have been going I was quick to realise that nothing could could possibly come out of my bag. Just in time too for I felt my hand close over a particularly risk panties, one that I had got as  prank from a silly office mate and had embarassingly stuffed it down the hand bag. That had happened over a year ago. I really had to clean my shit out of here.

I rummaged some more losing hope the deeper I waded in then I felt the cold metal of a set of keys fall into my clutches and I have a loud whoop of joy drawing two beautiful pair of eyes to stare at me as if I was some deranged idiot which I very likely was.