The Trailer Park: The Fourth Year
Copyright© 2006 by Wizard
Chapter 11
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Being in love was never supposed to be this much trouble.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Humor Safe Sex Oral Sex Slow
"And how are we this morning?" I asked as Tami and I walked up the hall. Robbie was standing by her locker.
"Fine. Dad drove me to school."
"And what's the reading on the bitchiness meter?"
Robbie looked slightly annoyed. "About a two. I'm good."
"You don't want to hit, kick, or strangle anyone?"
"Tony, I said I was sorry."
"It's not that. It's just that football practice has been canceled for today. You won't have a chance to work out your aggressions."
"Tami's going to be a widow if you don't lay off. It's been a week. Forgive and forget."
"Oh, I forgave you last Monday. But I have a memory like an aardvark."
"An aardvark?"
"Elephants remember a long time. Aardvarks remember forever."
Both girls gave me funny looks.
I grinned. "But the good news is, we have an appointment with Mr. McCoy after school."
"When did you set that up?"
"Let's see, the bus got here about eight minutes ago. Kevin told me about practice about six minutes ago, some kind of teacher's meeting. So about four minutes ago, Tami and I went to the office and called Mr. McCoy. Then about two minutes ago, we walked over here, and here we are.
"You're annoying," Robbie said with a smile.
"But cute."
"Too cute for your own good," Tami said from beside me.
"I know," I said and flinched as Tami punched me in one arm and Robbie the other. "Ow."
"Why do you put up with him? Robbie asked.
"I do it for humanity. If I dump him, some poor innocent girl will get stuck with him. Besides, he makes me laugh."
I suppose there are worse epitaphs.
"So what do you think?" Robbie asked as we stood outside the middle school waiting for our rides.
I squeezed Tami's hand as I looked at Robbie. "I think Mr. McCoy's right. We should e-mail ASCAP and get good information, but if it's fifty dollars a day like he thought, that could get real expensive real fast.
"Yeah, eight to ten songs, that's five hundred bucks a day."
"Twelve songs."
"Twelve?" she asked looking at me funny.
"That's what we figured when we wrote it."
"Wrote what?"
"The musical, of course," Tami said with a smile.
"You wrote an entire musical in a week?"
I grinned. "Over the weekend, actually. Tami, Traci, and the girls helped."
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