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some hot senior?”
“And get fired? No.” Betsy giggled. “Although I have to admit there are some hot seniors this year.”
“I knew it.” Vanessa laughed. “I knew one of the reasons you took that job was to look at hot lacrosse players all day. You’re such a whore.”
“No, I prefer the term ‘libertine.’”
“So you’re a fancy whore. I can relate to that.” Vanessa chuckled. “Are you going to hook up with one of the teachers in the guys’ locker room or something? You know prom is really just a big night of foreplay, right?”
“I don’t.” Betsy sighed. “While you were at the prom, I was home crying into a bowl of ice cream.”
“Trust me, you didn’t miss much,” Vanessa assured her. “Prom was boring, really. I spent the night walking around in shoes that didn’t fit and a dress I wouldn’t be caught dead in now. Have you picked up a dress yet?”
“I’ve had the dress for a couple days. It’s a nice blue one that comes down to my knees and shows off my chest a bit. I’m wearing flats, though. I’ll be on my feet most of the time chaperoning the kids.”
A car horn honked outside. Betsy went into the living room and peeked out the window to see a silver Mercedes C-250 in the drive.
“Mitch is here,” she told Vanessa.
“Mitch?” Vanessa practically purred. “Oh my God, send that hot brother of yours over here and tell him to take me to the prom.”
“I will.” Betsy grinned. “Eat up before he comes to get you, though. You’re a bit skinny for his tastes.”
“I’d eat a whole fucking buffet if your brother would give me some dick in return,” Vanessa confessed, howling at the thought. “Really, Betsy, I’d let him fuck me while he had me face down in a cheesecake if that would do the trick.”
“Charming.” Betsy laughed. “Tell James I said hi.”
“I think I’m going to tell James to fuck me while I’m eating cheesecake.” Vanessa laughed. “Have fun at the prom.”
Betsy had no idea why her stepbrother was in her driveway. She knew the academic year at Horace Mann was drawing to a close and figured Headmaster Mitch would be drowning in end-of-the-year activities. He almost sprang out of the car, looking dashing in his gray suit and blue tie. He held a bouquet of mixed flowers. Betsy wondered if Mitch’s father had died. She hadn’t seen her stepfather since he and her mother divorced right after she graduated from high school. She and Mitch had kept in touch, as they’d always been close, but she had no idea what her stepfather had been doing for the last four years.
“Is somebody dead?” Betsy asked as she opened the door.
The question stopped him in mid-step. “Dead? I don’t think so. Why?”
She pointed at the bouquet. “The flowers.”
“Oh, the flowers!” He grinned down at them like he’d almost forgotten. Then he gave her that heart-melting smile. “They’re for you, baby.”
“Baby” had been Mitch’s nickname for ages—since he and a bunch of his friends got drunk on some stolen schnapps one night in high school and Mitch ended up so drunk, he couldn’t pronounce “Betsy.” Betsy had taken care of him, making sure their parents didn’t find out how drunk he got that night. She told a very hungover Mitch, who remembered very little of the night before, how he’d kept making “Betsy” sound like “Baby,” and the nickname stuck.
“Thanks.” Betsy took the flowers. They were lovely, but she was puzzled by them. “What’s the occasion?”
“You are, baby.”
“What?” Betsy blinked at him in surprise.
“Isn’t it school prom?” Mitch leaned against the doorway, looking like he’d stepped out of a GQ ad.
“Well, yeah. It’s this weekend.” She looked down at the flowers in her hand, still not quite making sense of what he was saying. “Isn’t your school wrapping up this weekend? What are
“And get fired? No.” Betsy giggled. “Although I have to admit there are some hot seniors this year.”
“I knew it.” Vanessa laughed. “I knew one of the reasons you took that job was to look at hot lacrosse players all day. You’re such a whore.”
“No, I prefer the term ‘libertine.’”
“So you’re a fancy whore. I can relate to that.” Vanessa chuckled. “Are you going to hook up with one of the teachers in the guys’ locker room or something? You know prom is really just a big night of foreplay, right?”
“I don’t.” Betsy sighed. “While you were at the prom, I was home crying into a bowl of ice cream.”
“Trust me, you didn’t miss much,” Vanessa assured her. “Prom was boring, really. I spent the night walking around in shoes that didn’t fit and a dress I wouldn’t be caught dead in now. Have you picked up a dress yet?”
“I’ve had the dress for a couple days. It’s a nice blue one that comes down to my knees and shows off my chest a bit. I’m wearing flats, though. I’ll be on my feet most of the time chaperoning the kids.”
A car horn honked outside. Betsy went into the living room and peeked out the window to see a silver Mercedes C-250 in the drive.
“Mitch is here,” she told Vanessa.
“Mitch?” Vanessa practically purred. “Oh my God, send that hot brother of yours over here and tell him to take me to the prom.”
“I will.” Betsy grinned. “Eat up before he comes to get you, though. You’re a bit skinny for his tastes.”
“I’d eat a whole fucking buffet if your brother would give me some dick in return,” Vanessa confessed, howling at the thought. “Really, Betsy, I’d let him fuck me while he had me face down in a cheesecake if that would do the trick.”
“Charming.” Betsy laughed. “Tell James I said hi.”
“I think I’m going to tell James to fuck me while I’m eating cheesecake.” Vanessa laughed. “Have fun at the prom.”
Betsy had no idea why her stepbrother was in her driveway. She knew the academic year at Horace Mann was drawing to a close and figured Headmaster Mitch would be drowning in end-of-the-year activities. He almost sprang out of the car, looking dashing in his gray suit and blue tie. He held a bouquet of mixed flowers. Betsy wondered if Mitch’s father had died. She hadn’t seen her stepfather since he and her mother divorced right after she graduated from high school. She and Mitch had kept in touch, as they’d always been close, but she had no idea what her stepfather had been doing for the last four years.
“Is somebody dead?” Betsy asked as she opened the door.
The question stopped him in mid-step. “Dead? I don’t think so. Why?”
She pointed at the bouquet. “The flowers.”
“Oh, the flowers!” He grinned down at them like he’d almost forgotten. Then he gave her that heart-melting smile. “They’re for you, baby.”
“Baby” had been Mitch’s nickname for ages—since he and a bunch of his friends got drunk on some stolen schnapps one night in high school and Mitch ended up so drunk, he couldn’t pronounce “Betsy.” Betsy had taken care of him, making sure their parents didn’t find out how drunk he got that night. She told a very hungover Mitch, who remembered very little of the night before, how he’d kept making “Betsy” sound like “Baby,” and the nickname stuck.
“Thanks.” Betsy took the flowers. They were lovely, but she was puzzled by them. “What’s the occasion?”
“You are, baby.”
“What?” Betsy blinked at him in surprise.
“Isn’t it school prom?” Mitch leaned against the doorway, looking like he’d stepped out of a GQ ad.
“Well, yeah. It’s this weekend.” She looked down at the flowers in her hand, still not quite making sense of what he was saying. “Isn’t your school wrapping up this weekend? What are
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