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.