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The Boy Next Door
by the NAturals
When your Friday afternoon plans
involve being crammed in a half-squat between hanging shirts and pants while
stark-freaking-naked, it’s time to reevaluate your life. And I was going
to do just that as soon as Derek rescued me from the closet. It had
occurred to me before that dating a guy who still lived at home was going to be
a problem, but it was hard to be choosy when nearly every guy my age had
already taken off to college. I was on the delayed-start plan myself,
trying to save up enough money by working temporary and part-time jobs to go
away next year. That’s how I’d met Derek and wound up naked in his
closet. I had a knack for situations like this.
“Make sure you water the rhododendrons
every afternoon or they’ll die, and do it today, please.” His mother had
been listing all the chores she needed done when she left on her Alaskan cruise
in the morning. So far she’d been here for what felt to be an hour.
I didn’t actually have a watch. Hello, naked. But I had a
cramp in my thigh that was getting worse by the minute, and it felt like I’d
achieved a level sixty in discomfort.
“And no overnight visitors,” she
finished.
“Of course, Mom,” Derek said.
“Especially not that
Natalie girl. I don’t think she’s a good influence.”
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