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The Boys Next Door
Dear Letters,
My name is Deb, I'm nineteen years old, and I live in
L.A. My parents own this cool house right on the beach.
They said I could stay there the summer of my Junior
year in college so long as my GPA didn't fall.
I was a great student, my grades went up, and my summer
vacation was planned. When I arrived I noticed the water
leaked badly damaging the living room wall. I told my
Dad and he paid for the paint but said I would have to
paint it.
I came back from the hardware store and started to chat
with Jimmy and Mark, the two cute guys living next door.
They agreed to help me if I bought the beer. We had a
few beers and after more than three hours of procrastinating we
finally got to work.
After about ten minutes the guys wanted to take a break.
I was a little pissed, and a little buzzed, and honestly
I didn't feel like painting either. Suddenly Jimmy
grabbed my shirt and literally ripped it off. What a way
to break in my new summer pad!
Signed,
Deb in L.A. |