WIO/Kara/s/Neighbor
From Create Your Own Story
As you think it over you hear the door next door slam, reminding you that you have other options. You dash down the stairs as fast as you can on your high heels, and push through the door, slamming your own door as you rush to catch your neighbour.
"Mister Cummings!" you cry out as his sporty car comes out of his garage like the flag has been dropped at a race track. The wheels screech as he stops, and the tinted windows roll down.
No one would accuse your neighbour of being a model, but he's decent looking, with a face that could belong to a prize-fighter to go with a body that's seen a lot of weight lifting along with a lot of pastries. He shouldn't be any harder to manipulate than any of the boys at school. His wife looks like a horse, after all.
"Kara," he says, the words sounding somehow like they're coated in slime.
"Uh, hi Mister Cummings. I... I really need your help!" you blurt. Dammit, what happened to manipulating him like all the other boys?
"Do tell?" he says, and you find yourself telling him how it's the first day back to school, that your mom's taken your car keys and the bus has already left. You fib a little in saying that all of your friends are already at school, but it's probably true. All in all you lay on the sob story thickly. "So, you need to get to school?"
"I'm desperate!" you say, widening your eyes. Guys like big eyes. Not as much as they like big tits, but you've got those too.
"And no one's home..." he says, making you suppress a shiver.
- Mr. Cummings takes you inside your home to check your messages.
- Tough Luck, kid, he says and peels out
- Hop in. Maybe I'll drive you, if you give me something
| Status | ||
| Day | 1 | Inventory:
Phone, wallet. |
| Time | 7:00 | |
| Money | $35 | |
