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Revenge of a Nerd

... idea,” Debra mumbled. “I’m coming over,” Sharon stated again and the line went dead. Debra set her phone down on the table beside the door. “Oh Jeremy. Oh honey, I am so sorry. Won’t you please come in? We need to get you cleaned up. Please! I insist.” “Umm, maybe you have a garden hose or something I’d could use to at least rinse off before I come in,” Jeremy suggested. “Yeah, there’s one in the backyard. It’s behind the garage on the other side of the swimming pool. You can use the gate right over there.” “Thank you,” Jeremy said quietly. “Honey, I don’t deserve your thanks.” “It wasn’t your fault.” “But it was my daughter.” “Still,” Jeremy said, “You’re not her.” “As soon as you’re done, I want you to come inside and take a shower and really clean off good. I’ll find you something to put on. And don’t worry about calling anybody, I’ll get you home,” Sharon told him. “Okay,” Jeremy said as he sauntered around the side of the house. It was then that Debra realized that the poor dear had even been stripped of his underwear as Jeremy’s two pale white and narrow ass cheeks were visible through the shredded remains of the jacket wrapped around him. Stepping back into the house and closing the front door, Debra was quivering with fury. Her first thought was to call Nina and order her home at once. She didn’t raise either of her daughter’s to be so blatantly cruel to another human being. But right now was hardly the time to deal with her. In truth, Debra Ashton didn’t even want to ...

... speak to her daughter much less look at her. Never in her life had she been more disgusted and or more ashamed with one of her daughters. Kicking off her sandals, Debra hurried upstairs to the linen closet and collected a couple of towels for Jeremy to use. She then went down the long hallway and into Meredith’s old bathroom to make sure it was fully stocked and ready for use. Coming back down the stairs with the towels under her arm a few moments later, Debra was just passing through the foyer as the front doorbell rang again. Debra barely had the door knob turned before Sharon Jordan practically broke the door down on her way in and nearly trampled over Debra in the process. Like Debra Ashton, forty-nine year old Sharon Jordan was a stunning woman for her age. Aside from eighteen year old Evan, Sharon had two older boys as well. Twenty three year old Tyler and twenty-seven year old Seth; who had just recently made her the grandmother of a precious little girl. Tall and slender with a divine hour glass figure and fair alabaster skin, Sharon stood nearly five-foot-ten. Her hair was a lovely shade of strawberry blonde; full and flowing down to her shoulder blades. Though not quite as tone and athletically built as Debra, Sharon was lean and trim with fertile hips, a flat tummy and a very pert and bountiful chest with glamorously round 36 C-cups. Sharon’s face was soft and beautiful with dazzling sky blue eyes, plump ruby lips and a sparkling white smile. Entering the foyer of ...