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The Virginators. Ahh, we were such stupid kids. I put the group picture of Carl, Zach and the other members of our club back into the box I'd just opened. I had come across the old photo when I was going through my things in my study and stood there reminiscing about "the good ol' days" as they say.
My marriage to Sharon didn't last long. We met a few years after I graduated from college. It was her second marriage and she already had two girls from her first. I wonder sometimes why we even got married, we really didn't fall in love or anything. She just said that for me to live with her, we needed to marry. So, being almost six years younger than her and very stupid, I asked her to marry me, and we bought a house not too long after that.
It's a nice big house, five bedrooms and four bathrooms. A big kitchen and good sized study are downstairs with the girl's bedrooms. We love the house probably more than we love each other, which is really sad.
Lauren, Sharon's oldest daughter, was sixteen when we married and is now in college. Her younger sister, Lana, fourteen at the time, had once been a gangley teen is now a very hot young woman. She just turned 18 last month and has decided to look as slutty as the little dolls she used to play. The two girls didn't like me much at first, and I'm sure even now after four years of being married to their bitch of a mother, they still don't like me.
Lauren was always the good girl. She did her homework, came home on time. Lana, she was a hell-fired brat. After our first anniversary, we decided to send her to her dad's to live full time. I had the wonderful task of picking her up from the airport when she came to visit on the rarest of times.
Lana was a bitch, that girl. She talked back, wouldn't listen to her mother or me, and we would always find her sneaking a boy out of the house when we got home. We couldn't take it any longer, Lana would cause so many fights, it wasn't even worth it to have her come and visit. I told Sharon, "She's not to come and visit until she learns to behave!" and Sharon took it as, "Pick your daughter or me!"
The stupid bitch left me the next week, having a co-worker of hers drop off the divorce papers at the law firm where I work. She was crafty, asking for the house and the two car's we bought together to be sold and for the funds to be split in two. That bitch. So, now after a month since our divorce has been final, I'm here packing up my stuff and moving into my new condo across town.
Sharon has already moved into her new house with her new boyfriend, Bart or Brad or Beef...something like that. This time her new prey is almost fresh from high school, the stupid ass. From what I can tell, the girls really can't stand him, and I really couldn't care less really, it's his loss, his life.
It's better this way though. I have the house to myself for the time being, at least until a buyer wants the house. I have my study to pack up and my side of the master bedroom, and maybe a few things in the kitchen and bathrooms. Lauren has already moved out, the only stuff she has to move in the attic which she is getting next weekend. Lana has some of her summer clothes to pack up, but won't be in town for another week or two. She is finding a place in her dad's town to live in. She was pissed I wouldn't help her pack and mail things to her but she'll get over it.
I packed a few more boxes before taking a break. Looking around the room, I feel a sense of accomplishment. I grab my car keys and go downstairs, locking the door behind me and getting into my car. I head to the McDonald's that's a few miles from the house and get a meal.
Now, after a half an hour, I head back home. That's weird, I think as I get closer to the house. There's a blue car in front of the house....that's strange. It has some paint missing from the driver side door. It's Rick's car, one of Lana's friends from town that she'd meet up with when she was visiting.
I slow down and park my car a few yards from the drive way. I walk quietly up to the house, I want to surprise her. What is that bitch up to? Why hadn't she told me she'd be in town? I go through the back yard and enter through the back door, stepping quietly into the house. I creep through the house, crossing down the hallway that is between Lana's room and her sister's old room. Lana's bedroom door is ajar, and I peered in the door before I stepped into Lauren's old room and pulled the door almost shut.
I noticed when I had looked in Lana's room that there are two boys in there with her. One Rick, the other I don't recognize. I stand there in the darkness and look through the small opening to look at Lana and her company. Lana's dressed in a pair of jeans that are low and show her belly button, which I notice is newly pierced.
Her top is low and shows off her lack of cleavage. She's actually modestly dressed tonight compared to other outfits she likes to model for the town.
One thing about Lana is for sure, she hasn't been blessed with large breasts like her older sister or her mother. Lana's hair is down and has two small braids on the top with her flowing blond hair underneath. She looks pretty tonight, but on closer inspection from my hiding place, I can see she's quite hammered.
"My step father said he had meetings all this week and wouldn't be able to help me pack, so I figured this was the best time to meet with you guys." She sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes were a little droopy.
That's why she was here, she'd figured I was at the office tonight and thought she could get away with having these boys over while I was out. She didn't know that I'd lied to keep from having to help her pack. I really had the week off to get some things straightened out with selling the house.
"Come on, hurry up, Rick" the other boy said.
"Shut up Todd," Rick said. "Just make space on her desk out so I can set up my scale."
"I swear I didn't touch any of it," Lana said as she pulls out a bag from her purse and handed it to Rick. "None of my friend's at my dad's wanted to buy any, and I really need the money for my new place." I noticed the stuff in the clear bag was pot. She's dealing drugs, I can't believe it!! And in my home!
"It better be all here," Rick said, he pulled out her chair to the tiny desk and pulled his small scale from his jacket pocket. "I said $100 and if the weight isn't right, then you owe me the difference or the full $100 bucks."
Lana nodded. "Yeah yeah, you know me. Why are you even weighing it, Rick? I've never stolen from you before."
"And you've never tried to return the product before," Todd says looking at her. "We've been loosing business with stupid kids like you."
I move a bit behind the door to gain a better look. Lana just sits there, her foot tapping nervously on the floor. She waits for him to finish weighing the bag. I have half a mind to step out of this room and yell at the boys to leave my house and then call Lana's dad. Rick laughs, bringing me back to the reality that has me hiding in this room.
"What, do you think I'm stupid?!" he asks my step-daughter.
"What? What do you mean?" she looks scared.
"You think that I wouldn't notice that it was short almost $30?!" He said, closing the bag and throwing it at her. "You fucking bitch! You really think you'd get away with it?"
Rick stood up and began to take off his jacket. Todd was pissed, and slapped Lana across the face, "You bitch!"
"Come on, I didn't smoke that much...I swear. I only had a little bit," she pleads.
"You going to pay?" Todd asks.
