"Yeah," Lindsey agreed with a shrug. "So?"
"You stay out of trouble?" He frowned. His eyes were moving over her, like they always did.
"Of course," she replied innocently, continuing up the stairs to her room. She dug into her purse and found her shorts. She fingered the material with a smile, remembering, knowing she would have to hand-wash them again, so her mother wouldn't discover, before next time.
Chapter Two
“Why don't you stay in the car?" Her mother asked, but the tone wasn't a question, it was a demand. "I'm just going to pick up your father's dry cleaning."
"He's not my father." Lindsey pulled at her tube top-this one was red, but she was wearing the shorts, white satin, no panties. Her stepfather was out of town for business and hadn't been around to put the kibosh on her clothing choices. It was the outfit-she was sure her mother didn't want anyone to see it.
Her mother sighed. "I'll leave the keys. You can listen to the radio."
"Fine." Lindsey turned it up full blast, closing her eyes, leaning the seat back and putting her feet up on the dashboard. The air was on in the car, but the sun was still warm on her bare legs. The seam of her shorts rubbed between her thighs and it felt good, making her squirm in her seat. She couldn't wait to get home from "running errands." She wanted to call Brian and see if he could meet at the tree fort, because she was so horny she could barely stand it.
She thought she might have dozed off. A different song was playing when she leaned up and peeked out the window to see if she could see her mother.
"What the hell is she doing?" Lindsey grabbed the keys out of the ignition and her purse off the floor, storming barefoot across the parking lot. The bells over the door tinkled as she swept it open, finding her mother standing at the counter talking to the owner.