Innocent Coeds Discover Blissful Ecstasy in Their First Passionate Rendezvous
Seven miles was a long, long walk. Thankfully, Daphne Brown had anger to fuel her stride. Walking with purpose along Congress Drive, the eighteen year old girl cursed Noah Books, her boyfriend.
“Ex-boyfriend!” she screamed, walking westbound along the east bound side of the two lane asphalt road.
Her stupid cell phone was in his car, charging on the car adapter. She wouldn’t put it past Noah to simply toss the old device out of his car; he could be a passive-aggressive vindictive prick at times.
Every now and then, someone would blare their horn at her as they drove past. Every now and then, someone would scream something from their car window as they whizzed past. Each time, Daphne would jump, startled. She wanted to flip them off but knew some people needed very little provocation to entice them to pull over to the shoulder of the road and retaliate.
