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Not totally knowing what she meant, I replied, “A good boy.”
“Not after tonight,” Came a laugh. XXX As she brought them to the couch, handing me one, she finally asked, “So how old are you really?”
“Seventeen today,” I informed her proudly. I tried but was too keyed up and nervous to give into sleep. She led me into the living room and told me to sit as she fixed us some drinks. I stood there for a minute or two, then got in my car and went back to school since all my friends had already left the bar. “If you make a sound I will stop and send you home, is that understood,” She asked.