No Longer Virgins
“Hey, Mary, it’s time to get up.” Chad told his girlfriend’s daughter. “It’s almost 9 in the morning.” “Can I sleep in today?” she asked blearily. “I was out late last night.” “What time did you come home?” he asked, knowing full well it was after 11 when she got in, despite having a 10 30 curfew. Her mother had already been asleep in bed for several hours by then, because of her early shift at the diner where she was a waitress. “I dunno, 10 or so.” Mary lied, not opening her eyes and turning onto her stomach to hide her face in the pillow. “Please, just let me sleep a little longer?” “If I do, are you going to do some things for me later?” he asked. “I promise, you’ll like them.” “What …