18-06-2019, 05:00 PM
It was the fastest 200-meter dash that Spencer had ever run. He did not even glance behind him, and he did not let up until he got back to his car. Spencer pushed his ignition and peeled out, turning onto the main road without stopping at the stop sign.
His blood pressure was so high that it made it difficult to drive and hold the wheel. He knew it was dangerous, and he pulled over to the side of the road and got out of the car. He walked along a suburban street, trying to catch his breath and process what he just witnessed. He noticed his hands were shaking, and he still had a painful erection.
Spencer got back into his car, slightly more relaxed. He looked in the passenger seat and saw the orange juice resting there. Paranoia hit him, and he convinced himself that the person, the one who saw him through the window, knew he was a party crasher. And if his parents got home before he did and did not see new juice, then they would know he was the one spying on them. Spencer began driving again.
He cursed when as he saw a street light turn red. Calm down, dude. Calm down. There's no way they know it's you. That dalmatian couldn't've recognized your face in the fucking dark. I mean, you didn't know who she was, right? How the fuck would she know who you are?"
When stepping on the pedal at the green light, a gut-wrenching feeling hit Spencer. He did not want to look. It's going to be there. It's going to be there. I brought it with me. Please, tell me I brought it with me...
With the pit in his stomach, Spencer squinted at the passenger seat and footwell. Fuck me! Spencer slammed on his breaks. He pounding his steering wheel with his fist over his fatal mistake. You gotta be fucking kidding me...
His blood pressure was so high that it made it difficult to drive and hold the wheel. He knew it was dangerous, and he pulled over to the side of the road and got out of the car. He walked along a suburban street, trying to catch his breath and process what he just witnessed. He noticed his hands were shaking, and he still had a painful erection.
Spencer got back into his car, slightly more relaxed. He looked in the passenger seat and saw the orange juice resting there. Paranoia hit him, and he convinced himself that the person, the one who saw him through the window, knew he was a party crasher. And if his parents got home before he did and did not see new juice, then they would know he was the one spying on them. Spencer began driving again.
He cursed when as he saw a street light turn red. Calm down, dude. Calm down. There's no way they know it's you. That dalmatian couldn't've recognized your face in the fucking dark. I mean, you didn't know who she was, right? How the fuck would she know who you are?"
When stepping on the pedal at the green light, a gut-wrenching feeling hit Spencer. He did not want to look. It's going to be there. It's going to be there. I brought it with me. Please, tell me I brought it with me...
With the pit in his stomach, Spencer squinted at the passenger seat and footwell. Fuck me! Spencer slammed on his breaks. He pounding his steering wheel with his fist over his fatal mistake. You gotta be fucking kidding me...