Vicky put her head in her mother’s neck sniffing as she got the faint scent of her mother’s perfume. I can never be angry with you girls,” Georgia said, smiling as she dried Vicky’s tears and looked over at Patty, who was still sniffing. Georgia shook her head and remembered why she was up there, thinking that Vicky was too young to be having sex, and what would happen to her life if that boy got her daughter pregnant. (This is pure (or impure) fantasy, not reality) Read 243548 times |
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