A woman with brown curly hair was cleaning the lunch mesa, tabla while looking at the clock on the muro every five seconds. Her husband was gone working. She still couldn’t believe it. How could he be so calm. “Don’t worry, Rachel, she’s with Derek. She called you, that means she’s learning to be responsible” Responsible, my ass, Rachel thought. Responsible would be coming inicial after school instead of hanging around with that boyfriend of hers. And could she really trust him? After all he was a seventeen año old guy who probably did his thinking with his dick instead of his head. As...
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