Drew’s mother decided she didn’t like me. She told him that she didn’t want me staying over her haus on the weekends anymore, and really didn’t want me around. I was crushed. We went to my haus instead, and for some reason Drew decided he wanted to take a bath. He went into my parent’s bathtub, and jumped in with his clothes still on. He stripped him off while he was in there, and I began to beg him for sex. We went through all the usual foreplay..then my mother came home. I closed the door quickly and locked it, telling her she couldn’t come in. She said okay. My mind began to race..how was I going to explain a damp Drew and me in a schoolgirl outfit locked in her bathroom? Drew didn’t seem to care. He splashed around and masturbated while I worried and worried..

Jump to us being back upstate. I had a car, not Bunbury but some little Honda. Drew lived in a crappy looking appartment complex up on a hill. As I walked from the parking lot around to his front door, I saw what looked like a giant satelite falling from the sky. I gazed at it as it drifted slowly downwards..then exploded. The explosion was massive, and threw me to the ground. I just barely dodged balls of fire that launched at me. I stood up and saw a giant flame in the forest not too far away from me. Mike came up behind me. “Did you see that?!” I asked. He did, but didn’t seem to care too much. I looked up and saw a trailer on fire. People were hurrying out of it. “We should go help them!” I ran up the hill towards them, but my limbs felt like they were moving in slow motion. When I got to the family, they thanked me for my concern but told me they were fine. I asked them what they would do now that the trailer was gone. The mother explained to me that they were doing..something..for NASCAR. She paused. Realization dawned on me. “Hey, you’re that family on that tv show right? Does that mean this is being filmed?” “No,” she said with a pained look on her face, but I knew it was. I told her if she needed anything to call me, and gave her my cell number. Then scurried up the stairs to Drew’s appartment.

It wasn’t the LH, that’s for sure. It looked like my Grandpa’s old appartment. I said hello to his mother, but she pretty much ignored me. So did Drew. He didn’t even greet myself and Mike, he just stayed in his room and played Generals..He looked so much younger, so much skinner. It was unnerving.
Note : The bathroom Drew was in at my haus was the old bathroom, before we had it remodeled. There’s no longer a bathtub in my parent’s room.