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Truth or Dare. Chapter 1: Family Game Night. My parents are some of the most boring people alive. They make logs look exciting. Well that is how I used to think of my parents but ever sense we played truth or dare I think much differently of them. One day I was just sitting in my room drawing and listening to music when my father came in. I knew it was a tricky predicament. I'd heard a few stories and rented a lot of movies. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and The Hitcher were key don't-pick-up-the-drifter pictures. My older brother had regaled me with tales from the TV movie Diary of a Teenage Hitchhiker the famed (in his eyes) warning of what happens when halter topped, Bundy bait extend their www.adultted Reading Time: 7 mins. Sitting at my desk, sipping my tea in silence, I went over the list of pupils that still were outside. One pupil from year Two pupils from year And two seniors from year Two of those five, Jenny Woods from 10B and Caroline Fletcher from 12A had been caught smoking.
He was a powerful man, virile, a man who would take what he wanted, without being cruel. I looked up and down his beautiful torso, drinking in his smooth hard chest, his arms like bent pipes, his flat, perfectly defined stomach, the few strands of hair below his navel, disappearing into his jeans, which hid a growth of a very distinct shape. —Emica "I went to the movies with an old friend, her boyfriend, and her boyfriend's friend. I thought her BF was really hot, and he must have thought I was too because he kept staring at me. Truth or Dare. Chapter 1: Family Game Night. My parents are some of the most boring people alive. They make logs look exciting. Well that is how I used to think of my parents but ever sense we played truth or dare I think much differently of them. One day I was just sitting in my room drawing and listening to music when my father came in.
I hitchhiked. I was in the seventh grade -- far too young to be exposing myself to the perilous adventures of road-and-thumb. And yet, young enough to believe that the open road could be thrilling, mind expanding, educational -- the way of, as Jack Kerouac said, the "crazy, illuminated hipsters suddenly rising and roaming America, serious, bumming and hitchhiking everywhere, ragged, beatific, beautiful in an ugly graceful new way. I wasn't as sop his ticated as Kerouac.
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