Heather wrapped her self in a towel. She had just gotten out of the shower.
“Heather?” JC knocked on the door as he opened it up a crack.
“Uh, oh who cares?” Heather said to herself.
“Come in.” she said.
“Oh, I didn’t know you had just gotten out of the shower.
“I don’t really care do you?” Heather asked as she went into her walk in
closet. she threw a pair of silk Mickey mouse boxers and a red tang top onto
the bed.
JC sat himself on Heather’s bed eyeing the boxers. He laughed to himself
softly.
“What’s so funny?” Heather asked as she came out wearing a pair of red
underwear and the towel wrapped around her chest.
“Nothing... just the boxers. Never mind..” JC said clearing his throat.
“It’s ok.” Heather smiled. It was the first smile she had since the Paul
incident. She slipped on the boxers and the tang top. She took the towel and
threw in the hamper.
“She shoots, and she scores to bring the game to a mind-shattering tie! With
only seconds left in the game....” She said loosening up a little.
“You are so beautiful.” JC said as she blushed.
“Thanks.... I guess.” she said as she opened a bottle of lotion.
JC thought to himself. “Should I?”
“Uh, may I?” He asked Heather as he took the bottle of lotion from her. He
turned Heather on her stomach. He pushed her shirt up to her shoulders. He
put some lotion in his palm as he massaged her back. She hesitated at first
but soon relaxed. He went down to her legs, then back up to her arms.
Heather turned over onto her back.
“JC, I’m” she was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Hey Heath, dinner’s here. By the way... have you seen JC?” Kim asked.
“Yea, he had to use the bathroom.” Heather said getting up. Heather dragged
JC into the bathroom. Kim came into the room.
“HeatherLynn! What have you been doing?” Kim asked teasingly.
“Nothing...” Heather said.
“Ok, but I want you to know if mom ever found out, she’d skin you alive. But
what the hey?” Kim replied as Justin walked down the hall.
“Kim, dinner is ready.” He smiled. Kim and Justin went down the hall.
Heather opened the bathroom door.
“JC?”
“Right here.” He said walking out of the bathroom.
“We had better get to dinner before anyone gets suspicious.
“Cool, I guess we’ll talk later..” he said.
“Wait five minutes, then go to the dining room.” Heather said as she slipped
on a pair of overalls over her boxers and tang top.
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