ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #4
Date: 11/3/2015,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Author: FrankSinner
... swear that you and Freddie were broken up at the time?" "We were taking a break after a fight, and it just happened, and we agreed never to discuss what we did during that break, and we've moved on." "Fine… but if you're lying to me, I will have Sam beat you with a butter sock." This time, all eyes went to Carly as to what was the idea behind this exactly. "So," Tori said, breaking the awkward silence, "I guess the real question is, what are you going to do about him… I mean, you can't make him leave, can you?" Jade didn't respond, but just stared at herself in the mirror and tried not to think about the text or all the things she wanted to say. * * * While Spencer and his daughter were staring out the upstairs window, the real show was down below where his wife and Savanna's mother was busy doing yoga alongside Trina Vega. While Amy had always stayed in pretty decent shape, it was still amazing that she was in her 30's and was a mother. The brunette was wearing a tight pair of pants and a sports bra that was probably a size too small. Trina was clearly out of practice as her form was all wrong, but she wasn't bad to look at, at least. As beautiful as Amy was, and Spencer hated himself a bit for salivating over this girl, a much younger and more flexible tanned brunette worked out side by side with Amy. Tasha was still wearing her skimpy bathing suit as she stretched to the point where he thought she would pop out, but she readjusted in ...
... the nick of time. He was thankful that Savanna was just short enough that she couldn't really see down from the window. In fact, Spencer was so focused on the model that he didn't even notice that someone was coming up behind him until Savanna tugged on his pant leg, seemingly scared. He turned to face Nate, and after the initial surprise, as if someone had walked in on him doing something naughty, he was happy to greet the broad shouldered teen. "Hey man, what's up?" "Not too much," Nate said, chewing on the end of a toothpick. "Got mighty bored downstairs and figured I'd see what had your attention up here. Guess I was right." The two men stood at the wide window, neither one saying very much as they watched the three girls push their bodies around and into positions that would be even too crazy for the bedroom. Even from high up, they could still see the tiny beads of sweat that were beginning to accumulate and slip down into the crevices they craved to explore. "Sorry if this is overstepping at all, Nate, but how in the heck did you manage to hook that girl?" He just laughed and shook his head. "I've got an engineering degree, played defensive tackle for USC, and have trust fund with millions coming in a couple years. But mostly, I think it's because of the accent. I wake up every day and pray she doesn't meet a cooler person from the south…" "Or anyone from the south," Spencer added. "You sir, are an asshole," Nate ...