THE ONE WITH BETH
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I got home late enough Friday night that it was actually Saturday morning. Late enough to actually irritate my parents, who usually never cared about when I got in. But that night, I had been on a date. That made it new, and that meant that they were paying attention. My dad actually demanded to smell my breath as a joke. But joke or not, he did actually smell it. Fortunately, the beers were hours in the past, and even more fortunately, I had cleaned my face, washing away the smell of p***y. So much pussy...
In retrospect, it would have almost been worth the inevitable freakout to have seen the look on his face if he had smelled Mary and Maddie on me...
Mom was also worried about my being out late, but she was really only worked up in the first place over the fa
