It's Not A Competition

The girls made it home safely and with plenty of bags filled with their goodies. Steph used her speed to run up to her room and slammed her door shut. As they walked through the living room, Jack’s mouth was agape at the amount of bags they carried in.

“Did you gals leave anything in the stores? Jeez.”

Marian threw a small pink bag onto his lap as she sat next to him. He raised an eyebrow inquisitively as his hands reached into the bag and pulled out a red thong. “Daaaaamn…” He grabbed Marian, pulled her onto his lap, and nuzzled her neck.

“Y’all can’t wait until I leave the room? Gross.” Claire took off for her room, trying to ignore the animal growls coming from the living room, and keep her lunch down.

Making it to her room, she shut the door hastily and gently laid her bags on the bed. She was never more thankful to have a soundproof room than at that very moment.

She emptied her bags, save for her dress bag, into her duffel bag for the trip to the Miller’s territory in a few