Tetherball Queens

Tetherball Queens

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Set in the late '80s Pacific Northwest, the story bridges the cultural differences between two young girls, Venisa Brooks and Jasmine Tremaine Hunter, from grade school until college. The girls' needs defy their cultural differences and they forge a friendship that has no boundaries until the young women they are becoming reveal more about their friendship than they ever imagined. Warning: This is a 'first draft" of a book written when I was in 8th grade over 20 years ago. LOL. I'm posting it on Wattpad in its original version (with light-to-medium editing) for now, to get feedback before doing a full rewrite. With that said, there are cultural and personal matters addressed in a way that may or may not be politically correct today. But I plan to keep as much of my "original" writer voice for when this was written as possible. So please guard your mind and protect your peace. Please like, comment and/or follow. I could use the encouragement. ;-)
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***COMPLETE*** Book #2 in the hookup series - MUST READ THE FIRST BOOK in order for this one to make any sort of sense. "Keep doing that and I'll be forced to throw you over my shoulder and take you home" "Really?" I smirk turning toward him knowing how much I'm turning him on. "Why?" "You know fine well why" he says, his eyes flooded with lust. "This scrap of material you're wearing isn't doing anything to help" "You mean my dress?" I ask feigning innocents as I brush my lips across his neck. "If you can call it that" Hunter responds looking down at my attire. "What else would I call it?" I bat my eyelashes playfully and Hunters teeth grind together. "A fucking test of my self control" He growls into my ear and I full on laugh. I love that I still affect him the way I do.

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