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I can't believe Miss Mills gave us a fucking pop quiz on a Friday.

I know.

Chad told me his class got a pizza party.

A pizza party? Are you fucking kidding me?

Yep.

That's what we get for taking honors.

Well, fuck that.

If that's the case, then I'm just going to flunk all my college placement exams

on purpose so I can be in the fun classes.

Don't do that.

Why not?

We're 18.

We're about to graduate.

We can do whatever we want.

Speaking of doing whatever we want.

Horned dog.

What? It's hard not to be horny with you.

Hey, remember what I said. No hanky-panky. Dad.

Look, don't shoot the messenger.

You know how your mother feels about this. When Amelia's over, this door

remains open.

Don't worry, Mr.

Atwood. We'll be good.

That reminds me, Elliot, your mother needs you to clean some virus off the

computer. Oh my gosh, how many times do I have to tell her to stop clicking on

pop-up ads for handbags? Well, she didn't listen.

And I'm a mechanic, I don't know shit about computers, so I need you to go

clear this thing up.

Can I just do it later?

No, you need to do it now.

When she comes home tonight, she's going to want to work on her novel.

She hasn't worked on that in six months. She's just going to procrastinate and

look at handbags.

Listen! You respect your mother.

Or else, there'll be no hanky-panky, even if the door is open.

Do you understand me?

Yes, sir.

Alright, Amelia.

I'll be really fast, okay?

Listen.

Don't hold your breath.

It's pretty fucked. It's gonna take a while.

That's okay. I'll just chill here and wait and work on my socials.

handbags do you need?

Sorry for the interruption, but it's good to see you, doll.

Oh, it's no problem at all.

And let me know if you need anything else.

Okay.

Ashley, I wanted to ask you, do you like my outfit better like this

or like this?

First way.

What are you doing looking at that?

Hey! How's everything going in here? I made you some fresh lemonade.

Oh, thank you. Thanks, Mr. Atwood.

Of course.

Is it me or is it... It's cold in here. Do you feel a draft?

No. No, I'm fine.

Let me check the thermostat.

What the fuck? This says 68. I keep this house at a steady 71.

Honestly, like, I'm really not that cold. It's fine.

No, Nelson.

I might not be a computer technician, but I'm a mechanic.

There's one thing I can fix.

It's a thermostat.

Um, actually, now that you mention it, it is kind of cold in here.

You should fix it.

And maybe you could teach me how to do it.

That's something I should know before I go off to college, right?

Yes, exactly. I would love to. I tell my wife all the time.

She should know her way around the toolbox.

I mean, I may not be around forever.

I think it would be really fun.

Awesome. Don't you move a muscle and I will be right back with my toolbox.

Great.

All right.

Restart.

Why is this going to take... 45 minutes to install, huh? 45 minutes.

Oh my God.

Well, this is the problem right here.

This little thing wasn't connected onto that wire.

Once you get that connected, there you go. First, that works.

All right.

Well, it should be.

It looks like Mr.

Phillipshead and I are having a little problem here. We might need some

therapy.

Oh my gosh, Mr.

Atwood, you are so funny.

Why, thank you.

You know, I wish Elliot had your sense of humor.

He never laughs at my jokes.

You know what I call him?

Captain No Fun Zone.

So, you excited about wrapping up school?

Oh yeah, I can't wait to get out of there and go to college.

I just need to wait and see where I get in.

Well, you're one smart cookie.

I'm sure you'll get in everywhere you applied.

Thank you.

I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

Well, I bet you're excited for prom.

I got Elliot fitted for a sharp suit.

He won't embarrass you.

Well, I'm sure if you picked it out, it will be amazing.

Thank you.

Did you go to your prom, Mr. Atwood?

Actually, yes, I did. But that was a long time ago.

I bet you were the prom king.

Me? No, no way.

I was more like... The guy that stole the prom king's girlfriend.

And then he cried like a little bitch.

Fuck!

Is the music getting hotter in here? I think the heater is on now. This damn

thing.

Do you mind if I take off my shirt?

Please. Go ahead. I mean, it's your home. You should be comfortable.

Thank you.

Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer.

Good idea.

Maybe I should put my shirt back on.

I have not quite the beer gut over the years. No, no.

You look amazing.

You have nothing to hide.

Why are you being so shy?

Amelia, what's going on here?

Look, Elliot, he's a really nice guy.

But we both know that he is not a real man.

And that's what I need.

Look, Elliot's a kid.

Give him some time. He'll go out to the real world and he'll harden up.

But ever since he introduced me to you, you're all I can think about.

He is not the man I want. You are.

Amelia, you're going to head off to college, you're going to grow up a whole

bunch, and you're going to meet a whole bunch of people. Oh, come on. I know

that there is something between us, and I know that you know, because I feel it,

and I might be young, but I'm not stupid, okay?

And you're always checking me out.

I am a married man.

You're the girlfriend of my son. This is ridiculous.

Stop it!

Amelia, this is not going to happen.

See, that's what I want.

A real man.

Amelia, this is not appropriate.

But what about all those times when you would give me a ride home late at night

alone? I know there was a reason for that.

Yeah, you needed a ride home.

No offense, but you suck at math.

Look, I was just being the nice guy.

You needed the help.

Sweetheart, I'm sorry, but you're imagining things.

Am I imagining this thing?

This is not what you think.

Yeah, yeah.

Look, if you wanted to leave...

You could have left already.

But you're still here.

And you have a nice, big boner.

Like you said, you're a married man, so... When is the next time that you're

gonna get some hot teen pussy?

I knew you wanted me, Mr. Atwood.

Okay.

If we're going to do this, not a word of this. Do you understand me? You must

stay quiet. I have a lot to lose.

I'll be quiet.

Or I'll try.

What

am I doing?

You're already doing it.

I've waited so fucking long for this.

My god, oh my god

It is.

Oh my god.

What a big bush you have for a little

girl. My big bush and my tight little pussy.

Oh my god.

I knew you wanted me.

I've always wondered what your cock looked like. Just suck it and shut up.

You sure suck dick like a big cunt.

Well, I'm going to college soon.

I gotta practice.

Just keep it down.

I got it.

Okay, I won't.

Did you come and get what you wanted? Yes, please.

I'm sorry.

Oh, shit.

Yes. Yes.

God

damn

it.

I could.

Yeah.

Yes.

You smell so good.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Yes.

oh my

god

yeah yeah yeah

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Hmm.

You need to be quiet when you say something like this.

Yeah.

You need to be quiet. Yeah. You need to be good. Yes.

Oh, fuck.

Yes. Yes, I want to fucking look at your fucking cock.

Fuck you.

Yes.

Keep going like that.

Yes.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Yeah.

I'm gonna tell you what I'm playing.

Yeah,

right? Yeah.

Alright, what the fuck out of you?

Yeah.

Mmm!

Oh my gosh, yes.

Oh my

God.

Yes, yes.

You feel so good, Mr. Outwood.

Yeah.

It's so bad.

Fuck me,

you're

fucking me like a real man.

Yes.

Well, that was almost everything I ever dreamed of.

But next time, we should do anal.

No, no, no.

Next time?

There's not going to be a next time.

Jesus, there shouldn't have been a this time.

Actually, I think there will be.

Unless you want your family to find out about this little secret.

You wouldn't.

And you know how sensitive he is?

If he found out that his dad fucked his girlfriend in his own bed?

I mean, he'd be devastated, right?

Speaking of Elliot, I think I'm gonna go check on him.

And maybe you could take us out to dinner?

We could play footsie under the table.