The Good, The Bad and the Molly – Chapter Two
*Still not too much sex, more plot than anything* Evidently in the Sharpton family, shyness was abundant in the girls. I couldn’t speak for their mother, but I could speak for Daisy and I could definitely speak for Molly. It was Monday, a day when we both were busy with classes right up until lunchtime, which we regularly spent at the university’s cafeteria together. “Thanks.” She quietly thanked me as I put a tray in front of her. “I owe you for the next meal.” “Don’t worry about it.” I smiled as I sat down next to her and gave her a side hug. She smiled softly before putting her arms on to the table and digging in. “How was the seminar?” She asked me. “Brutal.” I answered. “Whoever created the timetable to include 8am …