Life as a good little girl/Take the long way
From Create Your Own Story
Biting your lip, you look between her and the dark park. You really want to get off the street, but going through the park when it,s pitch black is a little daunting. Plus, there could be sharp things on the ground that could hurt your bare little feet.
Great, you think, now even I,m making fun of my size.
"Thanks, but I don't want to cheat. I'll just walk to where I'm going"
"Aww. Well wait there until I get in my car," she says, and walks behind her car toward the drier,s side.
"Wait? Why?" you ask, but she doesn't respond as she slips into the car. You finally let go of the lamp post and hurriedly walk forward, telling yourself that you waited because you wanted to, not because she told you to.
As you draw even with the car you glance at the car, hoping for a glimpse of the mystery woman, but with the interior being dark and no lights close by you can't make out anything about her.
Hoping to get away from your witness you practically speed walk. You get to the curve in the road and take a single step onto a driveway - intending to cut through the backyard - when a car horn blares into the night and keeps blaring.
Leaping into the air you whirl around, staring at the car.
"Stop! Please!" you beg taking a few short steps toward her. As soon as your feet touch the sidewalk the horn stops.
"No cheating!" the woman calls out merrily from a half-open window. "If you go off the sidewalk, or walk anything other than slowly, I'll honk again ."
"Wh-what? Why?"
Rather than answer she holds down the horn again. You jump and start to hurry away, but as her words sink in you slow your walk to a crawl. Behind you the horn stops and the car moves forward, moving just as slowly as you. The crazy woman stays just far enough back for her headlights to fully illuminate you.
"Go away," you urge her, but of course she's too far away to hear. "Why did I ever think this was a good idea?" you wonder, shivering in the warm night air.
As you walk your eyes dart around, looking for lit windows or headlights. As you approach another intersection, one that you know is usually busier, your hands start to drift protectively in front of your privates.
Immediately the car horn blares non-stop.
"What?" you scream, regretting it a moment later.
The horn stops and the window rolls down. The black blob of the woman's head sticks out from behind the bright lights that blind you.
"No covering up. Stick to your guns like a proud little slut." The window starts to roll up, then reverses and her head pops out again.
"Let's try something else," she says with glee in her voice.
"Like what?" you ask warily. Why were you even giving her the option to make suggestions anyway?
Life as a good little girl/Masturbate yourself to an orgasm
