whistles nonchalantly

Story by Euplonka

(edit for story codes)

Contains:

F/F, F/Futa, Weird, Futa/Male

Excludes:

Scat, Guro, Incest

This story is stopped for the time being, thanks to all for reading.

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To help navigate the story parts I'm going to add some navigational bits and an Index.

Index

#35: Its been a few weeks, part two (6-30)

#34: Its been a few weeks (6-23)

#33: Time goes forward (6-16)

#32: Only a week, part two (6-13)

#31: Only a week (6-5)

#30: Bea's parents (6-3)

#29: Heading home

#28: Even more lounging (5-21)

#27: More lounging (5-1)

#26: Lounging (4-28)

#25.5: Aftermath (4-25)

#25: Aftermath (4-24)

#24: Party is over (4-23)

#23: Party, part four (4-1)

#22: Party, part three (3-27)

#21: Party, part two (3-25)

#20: Party, part one (3-24)

#19: Party prep (3-13)

#18: Alexis back story, part four (3-11)

#17: Alexis back story, part three (3-10)

#16: Alexis back story, part two (2-27)

#15: Alexis back story, part one (2-26)

#14: A piece of Lilly's past (2-25)

#13: Fifth day, second half (2-24)

#12: Fifth day (2-21)

#11: Revealing (2-19)

#10: Fourth day (2-18)

#09: Staying the Night (2-17)

#08: Stephanie (2-16)

#07: Third day, second half

#06: Third day

#05: Second day, second half

#04: Second day

#03: First day, third part

#02: First day, second part

#01: First day

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The fan must be 30 years old. It clangs, clatters, and wobbles as it makes its revolutions. All it was doing was pushing the hot air around the prison cell like room. Decaying bricks lined all four walls with no windows. The door was in worse shape, but if you imagined hard enough you could see the reverse letters through the dirty glass. The letters would have read "Principal".

The old fat man let out a complaining sigh as he fell into the chair. The decrepit cushion complained just as loud as the fat man's weight crushed against the seat. The old man reached out with his greasy sausage fingers for the file folder on his desk. Opening it, he scrunched his bull dog face, and glared at the parents across from him.

In hard plastic chairs facing the fat man were Samantha and Erin Feter.

Samantha wore a sun dress, and looked very nervous. It was apparent that she was trying to dress up. Her makeup looked well done. Her long brown hair fell neatly behind her back, and was held in place under a large brimmed sun hat. She was wearing her best yellow dress, and even though she cleaned it seven times, it still had stains. She held onto her small purse to keep from falling off her lap as her right leg bo

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